(GURU)   Yo, just because I want to, it don't mean I will   And just because I'm angry, it don't mean I'd kill   And just because she looks good, it don't mean I'd hit it   And just because I'm horny, it don't mean i'm widdit   Just because I make records, don't mean that I'm gassed   And just because I'm rapping, don't mean I chase ass   Just because I'm whylin, don't mean I can't stop   I got discipline baby and I use it a lot   People here's something that you should be considerin   Things could turn bitter when, you don't use discipline   You might wake up the next day upset and in fear   Buggin out, yapping bout, "How the fuck did i get here?    Who the hell is this stranger, starin all in my face?"   Now you wish you hadn't positioned yourself in that place   Think just in case you should took more precaution   A good time can become a nightmare so often   Like this nigga I know, that met these chicks on tour   They rocked him to sleep, robbed his ass for cash galore   Skated off in the night, without a trace or a hint   Scheamin tantalizin him, dressed up in lace and shit   Caught that kid out there, all high and dumbfounded   Made him think he was gettin some pussy   He just knew he was gonna pound it   Situations like this, will make you think twice   That's why instead of preaching death in my songs, I breathe life      CHORUS:   (TOTAL)   Baby won't you take the time (take the time)   Let me know what's on your mind (on your mind)   Just because I'm yours don't make it right (don't make it right)   Baby won't you take the time (bay-bee...)   Let me know what's on your mind (I'm waiting..)   Slow down baby, now let's make it right (on your love..) (I like you..)      (GURU)   Tycoon thug, he made me a ten thousand dollar investment   Now he's not to be messed with, make the girls get undressed quick   He's on some big muscled chest shit, posted by the exit   That's my man, he's the owner, yeah he be on some next shit   Said we'd make a few million by the next millenium   Told me to keep dropping jewels like a triggerman, puttin lead in him   Like Flavor said, I tell these hoes to kill the noise   You know your pops told you, watch them New York boys   All night, the ladies be like up in my mug   Tranquilin and trance dancin up in my drug   Fly honies, they hold me down like always   The same cat that used to get blunted down in the hallways   I love the cutie pies, never the zootie pies   I got discipline, I want the crew to rise   Situations like this'll make you think twice   Instead on preachin death in my songs, I breathe life      CHORUS      (GURU)   Ladies, here's somethin that we should be considerin   Things could get bitter when, you don't use discipline   Imaginin yourself livin lavish and plush   Hangin with the cat whose spendin cabbage and buyin stuff   However don't be clever with your endeavor   And don't let too many men receive your treasure   Most cats be thinkin with they bozack   I admit in the past I was tryin to break these hoes backs   Escape, without givin up a dime   You know them fly ladies had a good fuckin time   Coppin me some Timberland with a jacket to match it   Girls nowadays wanna pigeon for chicken scratch   And I ain't givin up nathan   Long as my game expands, it's my discipline to hate 'em   Situations like this, will make you think twice   That's why instead of preachin death, I breathe life   And just because I want to, it don't mean I will   And just because I'm angry, it don't mean I'd kill   And just because she looks good, it don't mean I'd hit it   And just because I'm horny, it don't mean I'm widdit   Just because I make records, don't mean that I'm gassed   And just because I'm rapping, don't mean I chase ass   And just because I'm whylin, don't mean I can't stop   I got discipline baby, whether you do or not      CHORUS