Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Full Clip, artist - Gang Starr. Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Full Clip |
| Intro: samples |
| --Feel the realness-- |
| --In this business of rep-- |
| --Go ahead-- |
| Fresh out the gate again, time to raise the stakes again |
| Fatten my plate again, y’all cats know we always play to win |
| G-A-N-G, to the Starr’s, son |
| Haters, took this shit too far, son |
| So thats all for you, I’m whiping out your whole team |
| I’ll splatter your dreams with lyrics to shatter your schemes |
| The badder you seem, the more lies you tell |
| The more lies you sell, then by surprise you fell |
| Into my deathtrap, right into my clutches |
| Stupid, you know the God must bless every single mic he touches |
| I’ve suffered, just so I could return harder |
| Wanna be the shit starter? |
| Fuck around, make you a martyr |
| I make ya famous, turn around and make ya nameless |
| Cause you never understood to me how vital this rap game is Save it and hold that, you catch a hot one |
| Rhymes chase a fake nigga down soon as I spot one |
| Chorus: Gang Starr samples, except where noted |
| --Full clip-- |
| --Do you wanna mess with this?-- |
| --Gang Starr-- |
| --I'm one of the best yet-- |
| --I'm nice like that-- |
| It’s all good --→Noreaga |
| --In this business of rep-- |
| So if you stand in my way, I’m gonna have to spray |
| Learn that if you come against me son your gonna have to pray |
| Since back in the day I held The Weight and kept my head up The wanna see the God catch an L Itz all a Set Up I give no man or thing power over me Why these niggaz so jealous and lookin sour, over me? |
| I’m bolder, G, I’m like impossible to stop |
| I’m like that nigga in the ring with you, impossible to drop |
| I’m like two magazine fully loaded to your one |
| Plus I ain’t gonna quit spittin, nigga, till your done |
| Plus, more than over, I got my whole shit together |
| More than a decade of hits, that’ll live forever |
| Catchin rep off my name? |
| Your bound to fry |
| Know how many niggaz that I know, is done to die |
| We never fail, and we ain’t never been frail |
| You niggaz talk crime, but you scared of jail |
| Attackin like a slick Apache lyrics are trigger happy |
| Pullin back your wig piece just for the way your lookin at me Talk back, blaow! |
| I hit you up right now |
| I don’t know why so many of y’all wanna be thugs anyhow |
| Face the consequence, of your childish nonsense |
| I could make your head explode just by my lyrical content |
| Get you in my scope and metaphorically snipe ya I never liked ya, I gas that ass and then ignite ya The flame thrower, make your peops afraid to know ya How many times I told ya, play your position small soldier |
| My heart is colder, makes me wanna resort to violence |
| Stop beatin me in the head son, nah, I’m not buyin it |
| I’m ready to blast, ready to surpass and harass |
| I’m ready to flip, yeah I’m ready to get with all that cash |
| I hold my chrome steady, with a tight grip |
| So watch your dome already cause this one might hit |