Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don Status, artist - Guru. Date of issue: 20.06.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Don Status |
| Solar on the triddack |
| Get ready niggas |
| You know what time it is |
| You ain’t really ready for war nigga |
| Blow your head off when it come through the door nigga |
| That’s the shit that happen when you fuck with a raw nigga |
| Ghost and the Guru, get ready for more nigga |
| From the night life, to the daily hustle |
| Seems everything’s a gamble like the daily double |
| While I spit on tracks, in mathematical codes |
| Recognize I’ve done it all, even had a few lows |
| Had many highs too, hurt many lives too |
| If you’ve got heart like me, there ain’t many like you |
| I’m that neighborhood hero, that brother who cares |
| Since the hood’s under attack I’m that brother who’s there |
| Gully modern day prophet misunderstood like Jesus |
| With a sword like Muhammad, equipped with telekenesis |
| More patience than Job, liberatin the globe |
| With the tangible truth that you’ve been waitin to hold |
| I’ve been set up, blazed at, and scarred up |
| Had long talks with myself, slept on benches, barred up |
| That’s far enough, can’t let it go no more |
| Don status, no weakness to show no more |
| — repeat 2X |
| It’s the Ghost and the Guru; whoever wanna try |
| Get fried when he die put his face in a mural |
| Nigga I assure you, you can get hit with the 4−2 |
| I’m rougher than the seafloor of coral (I'm rough~!) |
| Nice with a sword like Zorro |
| Swing 'til your head look red and your legs look red |
| Cause I’m tryin to get bread just like Stella D’oro |
| Mask and the glove in the glovebox |
| I rap now but still take time to run, up in the drug spot (yeah) |
| Strike like a stick in the matchbook (strike) |
| I ain’t in the wagon cause I like how the hatch look |
| I like how the pump and the Mac look, when I open it up |
| Spark can open you up, and see how your back look |
| The kid that come down with the slow flow, don’t fuck with him |
| Get gunned down with a fo'-fo' for touchin him |
| I’m hustlin, into makin other niggas sufferin |
| — repeat 2X |
| Ghost… |