| I got soldiers that’ll turn shit out, burn shit out
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| Do I come correctly when it’s my turn? |
| No doubt
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| I twisted trees in the cold with one hand wipin' my nose
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| Girls say that I’m fly 'cause they be likin' my clothes
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| But the clothes or the money can’t make the man
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| When I apply my vicious grip, you can’t take it, man
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| Face it and understand, there are no winnings for you
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| What I’m beginnin' to do, is bring an endin' to you and your crew
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| I sip a brew and at the same time drink the life out of you
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| I righteously come through, created in the likeness of who?
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| G-O-D, can sell a half a line for a G
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| Check ballistics, you won’t be takin' mine from me
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| Oh boy, you p-noid, heard my lightnin' and thunder
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| Not Thor but frightening, type of stress I’ve been under
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| I’m the one-eyed Jack, I’m here to smack you back
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| In '83, I seen stacks, run your kicks, take a flick and act
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| (What's real?) Certified street poetry
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| In the game a long time, so you know it’s me, nigga
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| (What's real?) Gang Starr, muthafucka, we live
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| All you fake niggas run and hide, we wanna know
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| (What's real?) It’s Lil Dap in the place to be
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| We livin' proof, supa star, you see, we wanna know
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| (What's real?) The Foundation, yo, we presidential
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| Y’all ain’t built for what we been through
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| Underground, I might as well record in the sewer
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| Notorious lord of the war tourin' Aruba
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| Before I was born I’d of warned you and showed you the Ruger
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| I’ma shoot four through your fedora, destroy your medulla
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| I could get these niggas X’d quick as sendin' a text
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| For disrespect, shit’ll be simple as orderin' an Uber
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| I don’t know what’s quicker to change, them figures or fame
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| But I guarantee you don’t nothin' move more than the moolah
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| All these rappers really cut out to do is squash the beef and dip
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| Y’all need to cut out the diva shit
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| Every time a nigga like Fever Nina come out the dealership
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| The streets hear the sound of that Preem droppin' the needle skip
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| Like Kane walkin' in «The Symphony»
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| Abel is my brother who all he offers is infamy
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| I bust Magnums, either strategize or duck faster
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| I send his whole group home like Melachi the Nutcracker
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| Preem blowin' weed, he a master on the courts
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| I’m a student with the rap that’s spewin' passion on the chorus
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| While the smoke is in the air, feel like voodoo’s on the floor
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| 'Cause we got the actual ashes of Guru on the boards
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| He’s sittin' right inside an urn in the session
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| Lookin' down from Heaven to Gang Starr’s current progression
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| Earnin' successes, his legacy get treated like four themes
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| Movin' forward then let his children eat off the proceeds
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| (What's real?) Certified street poetry
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| In the game a long time, so you know it’s me, nigga
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| (What's real?) Gang Starr, muthafucka, we live
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| All you fake niggas run and hide, we wanna know
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| (What's real?) It’s Lil Dap in the place to be
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| We livin' proof, supa star, you see, we wanna know
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| (What's real?) The Foundation, yo, we presidential
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| Y’all ain’t built for what we been through
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| (What's real?)
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| (Gang Starr, boy, and that’s beyond your comprehension)
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| (Gang Starr, boy, and that’s beyond your comprehension)
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| (Gang Starr, boy, and that’s beyond your comprehension) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What's Real , by - Gang Starr. Song from the album One Of The Best Yet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп