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gang starr
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2016-12-24

  What? What? What? You wanna battle ME?

  Yo man, how much money you got?

  What? What? What? You wanna battle ME?

  Yo man, how much money you got?

  I used to guzzle 40's, and own a beat up Caddy

  Since the hood still love me, I'll turn the heat up daddy

  I went from mackin fly honies on the train

  to straight relaxin on the beach, countin money gettin brain

  Soon as you rappers get a chance you wanna floss a lot

  You buy a iced out watch because it cost a lot

  Then you in the club, stylin with dough

  Profilin with hoes that we boned, a while ago

  You rookies haven't done enough laps around the track

  You had one hot single, but then your album sounds wack

  Son you bore me with your war stories

  You ain't even do that shit, so that's just more stories

  How you expect us to take you seriously?

  The look in my eye punk, has got you scared of me

  I'm blastin your sons, I'm snatchin your funds

  You catch a royal ass-whoopin, you've been askin for one

  I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game

  What.. what? We thorough to the end

  Yo man..You know the drill

  I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game

  What.. what? You wanna battle me?

  Yo man..How much money you got?

  Bitch you don't even know, the half about me

  I bring it straight to your chest, ask your staff about me

  I'm just a little bit older, plus a whole lot wiser

  I might advise ya, or I might pulverize ya

  I can visit any city, get respect in the street

  While you alone in your room, shook to death of the streets

  I'll take a second to speak, I keep my weapon in reach

  I ain't talkin romance but you'll get swept off your feet

  I keeps a ghetto chick, that loves to blast and she peddle shit

  Groupies fake moves, I get her to settle shit

  You can't compare to the status right here

  Legendary worldwide, we can battle right here

  Listen junior, I'ma tear back your wig

  This ain't TV but I'll show you what a 'Fear Factor' is

  Stop grillin me, and all that frontin is killin me

  You leave me no choice but to hurt your feelings G

  I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game

  What.. what? You wanna battle me?

  Yo man..How much money you got?

  What.. what? We thorough to the end

  Yo man..You know the drill

  I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game

  I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game

  We thorough to the end

  I'm bout to slap rappers around

  You know the drill

  We thorough to the end

  I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game

  You know the drill

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