| I say people people come on and check it out now
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| You see the mic in my hand now watch me wreck it now
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| what is a party if the crew ain’t there?
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| call me Guru that’s my man Premier
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| now many attempts have been made to hold us back?
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| slander the name and with-hold facts
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| but I’m the type of brother with much more game
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| I got a sure aim and if i find you’re to blame
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| you can bet you’ll be exterminated, taken out, done
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| it doesn’t matter how many they’ll go as easy as just one
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| bust one round in the air for this here
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| cuz this year suckers are going no where
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| cuz my strret style and intelligence level
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| makes me much more than just an angry rebel
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| I’m Gifted Unlimited Rhymes Universal
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| mc’s that ain’t equipped get flipped in my circle
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| I’m aiming on raining on the bitch ass chumps
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| cuz their rhymes don’t flow and their beats don’t pump
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| and niggaz better know i paid my dues and shit
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| I’m bout to blow the fuck up because I refuse to quit
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| I’m out to get the props that are rightfullly mine
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| yeah me and the crew think its about that time
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| but on the DL you know that Gangstarr will conquer
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| that’s why you stare and point and others cling on to my nautica, asking for a hookup
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| well sorry but my schedule is all booked up nobody put me on I made it up the hard way
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| look out for my people but the suckers should parlay
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| cuz it’s business kid, this ain’t no free for all
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| you have to wait your turn, you must await your call
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| so now, now it is my duty to eliminate and subtract all of the booty crews
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| and suckers should vacate
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| before I get irate
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| and I’ll kick your can
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| from here to Japan
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| with force you can’t withstand
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| cuz I’m the muthafuckin’man
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| Break: Guru
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| yo right now I got my man Lil’Dap from the Group home
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| yo step up to the mic and tell them why you’re the man
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| Verse Two: Lil’Dap
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| so much anger built inside
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| so don’t stop to say hi, muthafucka just die
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| my shit holds a mouthful so i guess you know what’s up why punks get killed at the end of the month
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| styles and styles I flip
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| Lil’Dap remains sick
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| yes the Group Home is thick
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| so all you punks hear this
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| everytime you riff
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| the more fame that we get
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| muthafuckas act hard
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| thinking that they are God
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| niggaz just don’t understand
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| let me be my own man
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| did everything on my own
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| and everyplace wasn’t home
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| everywhere that I’d rest
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| I had to dress with a vest
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| I guess you get the routine but with a lot of stress
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| frustration on my mind
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| brothers doin’mad time
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| rhymes are organized like crime
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| as we’re rippin’the lines
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| brothers just don’t know
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| how shit got to go cuz I was told
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| to never give my back to the street
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| as I walk through the ghetto
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| dead souls I greet
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| see my man give him pound
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| then I walk with a frown
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| another minute
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| another brother’s gunned down
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| shit is getting too close that’s why the Group Home is thick
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| so everytime you riff the more fame that we get
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| my father always said don’t watch the one across the street
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| watch the one right next
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| b’cuz he’s easy to flex
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| took heed to what he said
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| yeah that deep ass nigga
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| while brothers hang around
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| tryin’to get down
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| niggaz just don’t understand
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| I’m the mutha fuckin’man
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| Break: Guru
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| and also on the set from Dirty Rotten Scoundrels
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| we got my man Jeru the Damaja
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| yo tell them why you’re the man
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| Verse Three: Jeru the Damaja
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| I’ll tap your jaw
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| you probably heard it before
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| step to the bedlamite I’ll prove my word is law
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| drugstore with more
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| dope rhyme vendor
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| not partial to beef
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| the chief ambassador
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| niggaz get mad cuz they can’t score
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| like a wild west flick they wish to shoot up my door
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| but I incite a riot
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| don’t even try it bust up chumps so crab kids keep quiet
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| like I said before
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| I tap jaws
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| snatch whores
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| kill suckers in wars
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| vic a style you said was yours
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| money grip wanna flip but you’re fish
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| house the mic like your hooker and did tricks on the bitch
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| Dirty Rotten Scoundrel and my name is Jeru
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| utilizing my tools in '92
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| MC’s step up in mobs to defeat us when we rock knots and got props like Norm Peterson
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| lot’s of friends, lot’s of fun, lots of beers
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| got the skills, kreeno so I always get cheers
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| troop on like a trooper no tears for fears
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| I’m a get mines cuz the crew’ll get theirs
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| cut you up like Edward Scissorhands
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| you know the program I’m the mutha fuckin’man… |