| Lyrics: | featuring The Lady of Rage, Kurupt the Kingpin
[DJ Premier]
The real....remix
More
MCing, and DJing
From your own mind, ya know?
"I-I guess right now we should start the
show"
[Guru]
Please baby, we gettin G's, you know the steez baby
Ain't no if's, no
and's, no but's or no maybe's
The vibe'll drive you crazy, almost break your neck
Again we
take respect, remember Just To Get A Rep?
Sportin baggy pants, mackin stackin finance
Bold
figure, older nigga, yo watch me advance
Used to be a small cat, now I'm all that and
more
Puttin the pressure on, catchin rep from the dog
Pure secure, injectin like the fuckin
doctors
Smoother than silk, more milk than Louie Pasteur
Ask yourself, "Do you wanna mess
wit this?"
The specialist, turn the page, I bring the rage when I spits
Then the set gets
wet, I bring the crowd into a frenzy
Leave you sleepin wit the fishes, see how them niggas
envy
Authentic vocal tone, transmittin like a mobile phone
Welcome to my ghetto my man, hope
you can hold your own
I make you first name To The, last name Curb
I gets grimy, stimey, who
you? Revenge of the herbs
I ain't seen you out here, and you ain't got no clout here
Your
style don't come across, you lost this bout here
At five-eight and three-quarters, I be the
warrior sargent
Gang Starr, rippin clubs and bars
Super-star studded, buyin rings that's
flooded
On the low, countin dough in this rap life I love it
You know my steez
"You
know my steez" [Method Man]
"Let em know, do your thing dog" [ODB]
"Keep it live"
*scratching*
"To the beat y'all"
[Lady of Rage]
Check check check check it out
y'all
You best to b |
