Gang Starr - Full Clip

INTRO: Big L rest in peace do you wanna mess with this One of the best yet we've got it you can feel the realness in this business of rep go ahead VERSE 1: Fresh out the gate again Time to raise the stakes again Fatten my plate again Ya'll cats know we always play to win G-A-N-G, to the starr son Haters, took this shit too far son So thats all for you I'm wipin out your whole team I'll splatter your dreams with lyrics that shatter your schemes The badder you seem the more lies you tell The more lies you sell not by surprise you fell Into my death trap right into my clutches Stupid, you know the god must bless every single mic he touches I've suffered just so i can return harder Wanna be the shit starter fuck around make you martyr I'll make you famous, turn around and make you nameless Cause you never understood how vital to me this rap game is Save it, and hold that, you catch a hot one Rhymes will chase a fake nigga down soon as i spot one CHORUS: Full clip, do you wanna mess with this Gang Starr, one of the best yet I'm nice like that It's all good, in this business of rep Full clip, do you wanna mess with this Gang Starr, one of the best yet I'm nice like that It's all good, so i suggest you take a rest VERSE 2: So if you stand in my way, I'ma have to spray Learn that if you come against me son your gonna have to pray Since, back in the day I held the weight and kept my head up They wanna see the god cacth an L, its all a set up I give no man or thing power over me Why these niggas so jealous and lookin sour over me I'm bolder G I'm like impossible to stop I'm like that nigga in the ring with you, impossible to drop I'm like two magazines fully loaded to your one Plus I aint gonna quit spittin, nigga til your done Plus, more than ever I got my whole shit together More than a decade of hits, that'll live forever Catchin rep off my name, your bound to fry Know how many niggers that I know, thats down to die We never fail and we aint never been frail You niggas talk crime, but your scared of jail CHROUS VERSE 3: Attackin like a slick apache Lyrics are trigger happy Blowin back your wig piece just for the way you lookin at me Cock back, blow I hit you up right now I dunno why so many yall wanna be thugs anyhow Face the consiquence, of your childish nonsense I can make your head explode just by my lyrical content Get you in my scope and metophorically snipe ya I never liked ya, I gased that ass and then ignite ya The flamethrower, make your peeps afraid to know ya How many times i told ya, play your position small soldier My heart is colder, makes me want to resort to violence Stop beatin me in the head son, nah I'm not buyin it I'm ready to blast, ready surpass and harass I'm ready to flip, yea, and ready to dip with all the cash I hold my chrome steady, with a tight grip So watch your dome already cause this one might hit CHORUS