| Yo, do the knowledge to the master build the blow and the spliff
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| The new millennium, hide them a beef
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| Gotta watch what I say to you niggaz so I calm my patience
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| 'Cause the shit ain’t really pass the statue of limitations
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| The streets still holler about how strong I am Niggaz I hurt still holler about how wrong I am As a little nigger broke, thinking soda and coke
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| Had me amazed how my steady hand kept in the flow
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| Let it sit, cool and heart lit, hit the set cool and heartless
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| In front of the store projects, as long as I made a profit
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| I see you eyeing me, you fire escape diary
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| Filled with pages of episodes and shying me Nonbeliever I hammer for hire
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| Hit yo ass so hard that your coke will catch fire
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| Dog the stakes are dyer, I’m no liar
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| Hold the court and the street beef cause I got pride
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| Same team no games, these chicks I blow brains
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| Rap-a-lot soul train the corners rocking cocaine
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| Got no shame
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| Trying to blow these figures
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| Headquarters gone he ain’t left he still with us Not in the physical through us he live
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| I can seen him with Big L, Pun, Pac and BIG
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| Watching over the kid like dear shed the waist over
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| And yelling? |
| Ether?, ?Blowout? |
| and? |
| Takeover?
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| I’m the truth; |
| give you proof and your video shoot
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| Pull them candors on you while them cameras on you
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| How you love that
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| Don’t want to blow with Staxx
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| So go ahead dumb up, make me car crumb up
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| ?It's the Militia?
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| Yall niggaz don’t know about I Got me heated, frustrated about to blow my high
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| Me and Benz blazing, Rave got the gauge raising
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| Sick of talking about it, niggaz ain’t on my weight lift
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| Whenever we stand together, down for whatever
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| Divided we get at you from more angles
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| Gangstarr forbid, NYG’s same team no games
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| Love is love fame one in the same
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| Corny style, niggers act strange going against the grain
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| Don’t want to see us on top of our thing, we adapt to change
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| Fame, fortune and material game, flow natural unrestrained
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| Let me explain, niggers don’t get it until you set it to flame
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| Subject them to pain, make them respect
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| The name, the set you rep, connects you get
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| Stay ready to bang
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| Steps ahead of competitors that’ll test your aim
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| H. Staxx shoot back splat dang your brain
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| My foundation bust gats spread there’s your brain
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| Fuck with mine, spat not take the blame
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| Play it for keeps, we came to win
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| YO, I’m the Jerry Rice to this, much too nice to quit
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| And just so you know, we never liked you kid
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| Since you ain’t wanna let niggers eat
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| I’m gonna convene with my team before
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| We gotta let the trigger speak
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| 'Cause nowadays yall rappers are carbon
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| Copies paws are sloppy, still its hard to stop me Especially when I connect with my man, rep for my fam
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| We taking back the rest of our land
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| And we don’t really care if they say you are the shit
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| They playing your hits
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| We about to make our way in this biz
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| And let’s see if the gimmick last until the next season
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| In a flash, take your stupid ass out, give me the next reason
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| Flip for my peoples here, spit for my peoples here
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| Yeah… time to get rich with my peoples here
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| Cut of a snake’s head, then we break bread
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| Same team, no games
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| You underground trying to fake dead
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| Let, let, let the games begin |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Same Team, No Games (Feat. NYG'z & H.Stax) , by - Gang Starr. Song from the album The Ownerz, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп