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NYG'z]
Yo, do the knowledge to the master build the blow and the spliff
The new millennium, hide them a beef
Gotta watch what I say to you niggaz so I calm my patience
'Cause the shit ain't really pass the statue of limitations
The streets still holler about how strong I am
Niggaz I hurt still holler about how wrong I am
As a little nigger broke, thinking soda and coke
Had me amazed how my steady hand kept in the flow
Let it sit, cool and heart lit, hit the set cool and heartless
In front of the store projects, as long as I made a profit
I see you eyeing me, you fire escape diary
Filled with pages of episodes and shying me
Nonbeliever I hammer for hire
Hit yo ass so hard that your coke will catch fire
Dog the stakes are dyer, I'm no liar
Hold the court and the street beef cause I got pride

[H. Staxx]
Same team no games, these chicks I blow brains
Rap-a-lot soul train the corners rocking cocaine
Got no shame
Trying to blow these figures
Headquarters gone he ain't left he still with us
Not in the physical through us he live
I can seen him with Big L, Pun, Pac and BIG
Watching over the kid like dear shed the waist over
And yelling ?Ether?, ?Blowout? and ?Takeover?
I'm the truth; give you proof and your video shoot
Pull them candors on you while them cameras on you
How you love that
Don't want to blow with Staxx
So go ahead dumb up, make me car crumb up
?It's the Militia?
Yall niggaz don't know about I
Got me heated, frustrated about to blow my high
Me and Benz blazing, Rave got the gauge raising
Sick of talking about it, niggaz ain't on my weight lift

[NYG'z]
Whenever we stand together, down for whatever
Divided we get at you from more angles
Gangstarr forbid, NYG's same team no games
Love is love fame one in the same
Corny style, niggers act strange going against the grain
Don't want to see us on top of our thing, we adapt to change
Fame, fortune and material game, flow natural unrestrained
Let me explain, niggers don't get it until you set it to flame
Subject them to pain, make them respect
The name, the set you rep, connects you get
Stay ready to bang
Steps ahead of competitors that'll test your aim
H. Staxx shoot back splat dang your brain
My foundation bust gats spread there's your brain
Fuck with mine, spat not take the blame
Play it for keeps, we came to win

[Guru]
YO, I'm the Jerry Rice to this, much too nice to quit
And just so you know, we never liked you kid
Since you ain't wanna let niggers eat
I'm gonna convene with my team before
We gotta let the trigger speak
'Cause nowadays yall rappers are carbon
Copies paws are sloppy, still its hard to stop me
Especially when I connect with my man, rep for my fam
We taking back the rest of our land
And we don't really care if they say you are the shit
They playing your hits
We about to make our way in this biz
And let's see if the gimmick last until the next season
In a flash, take your stupid ass out, give me the next reason
Flip for my peoples here, spit for my peoples here
Yeah... time to get rich with my peoples here
Cut of a snake's head, then we break bread
Same team, no games
You underground trying to fake dead

{*scratching by DJ Premier repeats*}
Let, let, let the games begin
NYG'z]    Yo, do the knowledge to the master build the blow and the spliff    The new millennium, hide them a beef    Gotta watch what I say to you niggaz so I calm my patience    'Cause the shit ain't really pass the statue of limitations    The streets still holler about how strong I am    Niggaz I hurt still holler about how wrong I am    As a little nigger broke, thinking soda and coke    Had me amazed how my steady hand kept in the flow    Let it sit, cool and heart lit, hit the set cool and heartless    In front of the store projects, as long as I made a profit    I see you eyeing me, you fire escape diary    Filled with pages of episodes and shying me    Nonbeliever I hammer for hire    Hit yo ass so hard that your coke will catch fire    Dog the stakes are dyer, I'm no liar    Hold the court and the street beef cause I got pride       [H. Staxx]    Same team no games, these chicks I blow brains    Rap-a-lot soul train the corners rocking cocaine    Got no shame    Trying to blow these figures    Headquarters gone he ain't left he still with us    Not in the physical through us he live    I can seen him with Big L, Pun, Pac and BIG    Watching over the kid like dear shed the waist over    And yelling ?Ether?, ?Blowout? and ?Takeover?    I'm the truth; give you proof and your video shoot    Pull them candors on you while them cameras on you    How you love that    Don't want to blow with Staxx    So go ahead dumb up, make me car crumb up    ?It's the Militia?    Yall niggaz don't know about I    Got me heated, frustrated about to blow my high    Me and Benz blazing, Rave got the gauge raising    Sick of talking about it, niggaz ain't on my weight lift       [NYG'z]    Whenever we stand together, down for whatever    Divided we get at you from more angles    Gangstarr forbid, NYG's same team no games    Love is love fame one in the same    Corny style, niggers act strange going against the grain    Don't want to see us on top of our thing, we adapt to change    Fame, fortune and material game, flow natural unrestrained    Let me explain, niggers don't get it until you set it to flame    Subject them to pain, make them respect    The name, the set you rep, connects you get    Stay ready to bang    Steps ahead of competitors that'll test your aim    H. Staxx shoot back splat dang your brain    My foundation bust gats spread there's your brain    Fuck with mine, spat not take the blame    Play it for keeps, we came to win       [Guru]    YO, I'm the Jerry Rice to this, much too nice to quit    And just so you know, we never liked you kid    Since you ain't wanna let niggers eat    I'm gonna convene with my team before    We gotta let the trigger speak    'Cause nowadays yall rappers are carbon    Copies paws are sloppy, still its hard to stop me    Especially when I connect with my man, rep for my fam    We taking back the rest of our land    And we don't really care if they say you are the shit    They playing your hits    We about to make our way in this biz    And let's see if the gimmick last until the next season    In a flash, take your stupid ass out, give me the next reason    Flip for my peoples here, spit for my peoples here    Yeah... time to get rich with my peoples here    Cut of a snake's head, then we break bread    Same team, no games    You underground trying to fake dead       {*scratching by DJ Premier repeats*}    Let, let, let the games begin