[guru]   Ah so now ya got me pissed off, blast off lift off   Time for me to twist off a vocal fist off   Into your domepiece, homepeace, I heard your chick wants to bone me   I get, wild like rugby, respected like bugsy   Don't even ask me, cause I'm livin lovely   Born to succeed, foes bleed, true indeed   The oral combat will romp that, your one of my seeds   When I first, busted on the scene   Nigga, you knew I had more than a gangsta lean   I mean my lean is gangsta though so check it   I'll stick an mc for his spot and sign in blood on his wack record   Boo-ya-ka, to your face as I ruin ya   Clown ya, dumbfound ya, while I'm screwin the   Fuck out cha girl as she steps into my world   I'm not the tallest, but that ass I'll polish   And if the hooker runs her mouth she gets cut off   But then you'll sweat her, cause like my leather you're butter soft   Your style stinks kid, ya garbage   And if you keep talkin shit, i'ma make ya pay homage   Cause the g to the u to the r-u, came too far to   Let you slide through, rhymes will scar you   And who the fuck are you anyway?    I catch more wreck in a minute than if you rhyme for ten days   Throw the cash in the pot   You betta dash nigga, cause I'm blowin up the spot      "i'm bout to blow the fuck up"   * premier scratches *      [guru]   No ex-capin the explosion, those who are dozin, I close in   Set the thermostat at sub-zero, they're frozen   Extreme temperatures from my mic, stuns amateurs   Unable to conquer the gang, I ain't mad at cha   Peace to jeru, the big shug and the group home   Keepin it real, no playin niggaz or chrome   I'm way past the kid shit, brothers already did shit   You want some props? yo dog, here's a biscuit   I'm a smooth nigga and my groove's bigga, move nigga   And we don't care who's wit cha, got the picture?    And you don't wanna hear the burners go pop   Gang starr motherfucker, what, blowin up the spot      "i'm bout to blow the fuck up"   * premier scratches *      [guru]   I go from one format then switch to the next   Reflex sets the pitch vocals rip through projects   Crazy shouts are heard all around   Cause the gangstarr sound carries more weight per pound   I got some brand new timbs, so emcees sing new hymns   You betta repent, come correct, represent   Or get stomped, smacked and slapped, cap peeled back   I got you open, and now you cling to my sac   Get off, hands off, stay off, you're way off   You rookie motherfuckers it's the finals not the playoffs   I'll break you up into particles, to small pieces   Because your brain is miniscule   You little fool, come learn the tools of the trade   I made the rules so go to school and get played   Just when you're thinkin that your jam is hot   Up steps the niggaz who be blowin up the spot