Full Clip lyrics

Artist  : Gang Starr 
Song : Full Clip



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DJ Premier: Big L Rest In Peace

Intro:
samples
Feel the realness
In this business
of rep
Go ahead

[Guru]
Fresh out the
gate again time to raise the stakes
again
Fatten my plate again y'all cats know we
always play to win
G A N G to the Starr's
son
Haters took this shit too far son
So
thats all for you I'm whiping out your whole
team
I'll splatter your dreams with lyrics to
shatter your schemes
The badder you seem, the
more lies you tell
The more lies you sell,
then by surprise you fell
Into my deathtrap,
right into my clutches
Stupid, you know the
God must bless every single mic he
touches
I've suffered, just so I could return
harder
Wanna be the shit starter? Fuck around,
make you a martyr
I make ya famous, turn around
and make ya nameless
Cause you never understood
to me how vital this rap game is
Save it and
hold that, you catch a hot one
Rhymes chase a
fake nigga down soon as I spot one

Chorus:
Gang Starr samples, except where noted
--Full
clip--
--Do you wanna mess with
this?--
--Gang Starr--
--I'm one of the
best yet--
--I'm nice like that--
"It's all
good" ---> Noreaga
--In this business of
rep--
*repeat, change last line to: --so I
suggest you take a rest--*

[Guru]
So if
you stand in my way, I'm gonna 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
The wanna
see the God catch an L Itz all a Set Up
I give
no man or thing power over me
Why these niggaz
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 magazine fully loaded to
your one
Plus I ain't gonna quit spittin,
nigga, till your done
Plus, more than over, 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
niggaz that I know, is done to die
We never
fail, and we ain't never been frail
You niggaz
talk crime, but you scared of
jail

Chorus

[Guru]
Attackin like
a slick Apache lyrics are trigger happy
Pullin
back your wig piece just for the way your lookin
at me
Talk back, blaow! I hit you up right
now
I don't know why so many of y'all wanna be
thugs anyhow
Face the consequence, of your
childish nonsense
I could make your head
explode just by my lyrical content
Get you in
my scope and metaphorically snipe ya
I never
liked ya, I gas that ass and then ignite
ya
The flame thrower, make your peops afraid
to know ya
How many times I told ya, "play
your position" small soldier
My heart is
colder, makes me wanna resort to violence
Stop
beatin me in the head son, nah, I'm not buyin
it
I'm ready to blast, ready to surpass and
harass
I'm ready to flip, yeah I'm ready to
get with all that cash
I hold my chrome
steady, with a tight grip
So watch your dome
already cause this one might hit

Chorus