| Gotta be the illest brother to claim respect
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| It takes the illest brother just to get respect
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| Got to be the illest brother when it’s time to get wreck
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| Got to be the illest brother when I get my mic check
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| I’m one of the illest brothers known to man
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| But if you don’t understand, see I’m a grown man
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| And I stand 5'8″ and 3 quarters
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| Giving orders to my squadron cuz I’m like the sergeant
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| Or general but let me keep this minimal
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| I used to hang with kids who like to live trife with a knife
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| Cutting kids for fun and pulling out much guns
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| And like riflery champs fellas start to get amped
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| Dead bodies lay stamped to the pavement so I gave it some thought
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| Remembering the brothers who are gone now
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| I will make a strong vow to make things right
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| Ignite the mic, get hype and all that
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| Suckers try to menace but they always fall
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| Flat to the ground as I astound come around
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| I’ll put you down about the brothers who think they’re boss
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| Think they’re getting large but in the end they pay the cost
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| Of their lives and that ain’t the way to go out
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| Even take their boys with 'em cause they know their boys will go out
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| But when it comes to facing some time
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| They’re like crying like weeping, wanna call mom Dukes
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| But mom Dukes is fed, fed up with the shit you did
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| She knows that you shot and she knows that you cripple kids
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| But who’s to judge when you’re trying to survive
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| The one who moves first might be the one to stay alive
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| So when you think you’re hard and dominating the set
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| Just remember the illest brother claims respect!
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| Like I said I’m an ill kid, so never dare test me
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| They wanna arrest me cuz I’m causing a frenzy
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| Fake gangsters come and fake gangsters go
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| Real gangsters chill cuz real gangsters know
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| That quietly you stalk your prey on the down low
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| Cuz too much talk will get you beef on the street
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| And brothers in the city have to live this way
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| It may cause dismay but Imma' tell it anyway
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| Yo guns are easy to get and like a puppet
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| Some young kid is gonna be the subject
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| Of internal oppression an example of hard times
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| Cuz to make it out the trap in your mind it’s a hard climb
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| But even if you change and come right and exact
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| There’s another brother scheming so just watch your back
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| I know a brother who thought he had it all
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| But little did he know he was bound for a down fall
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| He’d pick up the heater and go stick somebody
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| He wouldn’t give a damn if he killed somebody
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| Cuz if somebody would get in the way of him getting loot
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| There’d be no hesitation he’d just shoot
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| It’s like The Good, The Bad and The Ugly
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| Except it’s reality and you don’t see it on TV
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| Brothers keep dying in the streets cuz the streets are designed
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| To keep you from having peace of mind
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| I know an old man, he’s got a rifle to stifle
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| Any young punk, he hides it under his bunk
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| And I know a kid who’s been to jail and
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| He told me that the system had failed him
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| So now he’s out the joint and he’s like flippin' on kids
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| And the people in his neighborhood are flippin' their wigs
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| But you gotta check the move cuz there’s a reason
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| A method to the madness and you know what I’m meaning
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| Cuz rather than being the herb, vic, or chump
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| You can be just like my man cold holding the pump
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| But living like that you take a chance with your life
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| But some things in life, sometimes will make you uptight
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| I’m like an avalanche of knowledge pounding down all fools
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| All fakes, all snakes and ones who try to break the rules
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| And regulations stipulations made by the Gang Starr
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| You try to flex muscle but you know you can’t hang high
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| You’re making me vexed but yeah you can go next
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| Just remember the illest brother claims respect
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| Yo money don’t front you know you blew your chance
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| And now it’s my turn so Imma' take command
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| Cuz I’m like the one who’s got all the juice
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| I always get loose I got the balls to reduce
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| Your crew, very easily I got more ammo
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| I’m like the ill kid the psycho man yo
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| Cuz now I’m past the point and I ain’t gonna return
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| And when it comes to your destruction I ain’t really concerned
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| About the consequences cuz I’m living day to day
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| So who are you to comment about me and my ways
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| I get my attitude from living and I never forget
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| You got to be the illest brother just to claim respect! |