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Gang Starr - Make 'em Pay (feat. Krumb Snatcha) Lyrics

  • [Guru]
  • First and foremost, some rappers are sweet like fructose
  • When I ***** back these lyrics, y'all punks best be ghost
  • I be the seven twenty-one, eighteen twenty-one
  • The illest one, I'm almost doper than anyone
  • Straight out the late nights of Bed-Stuy
  • Steppin up, y'all put your weapons up, I make heads fly
  • You're artificial like saccarhin
  • You're crazy fake, it's more than skills you be lackin in
  • Concepts you bite, cause your identity ain't tight
  • Tryin to be somethin you're not, like pullin a knife at a gunfight
  • I'm troopin on night air like flight number 106
  • and gettin all up in your *****in mix
  • You get me upset, and I got you uptight
  • cause my committee's in your city tonight, AIGHT?
  • We got seventeen million of us plus, two million Indians
  • That makes 19 mil, lightin shit up like Wild Bill
  • I be the, supreme father plus the ill kid with drama
  • My karma, creates the teflon to pierce your body armor
  • And make sure you check the shit before you walk to me, or talk to me
  • Steppin to me improperly, you just may catch the weaponry
  • My specialty is tearin tracks out the frame
  • You know my *****in name, I rule all game
  • I'm universal on all planes, what's your claim?
  • [Guru]
  • Yo, I be your highness, in slickness, you chumps bear witness
  • Tremendous tropper, verbal nigga witht he fitness
  • Drop you for your spot with the blazer then I blast ya
  • Slice precise like ?fenny hanas? when I come to bring the dramas
  • Styles so swift, that you can't peep the God
  • as your lyrics get buried, six feet deep in my backyard
  • I laugh hard, while your mental I run through mazes
  • Dark stages of terror to shatter your dressing room mirror
  • Your whole error gets crushed, your whole show gets bumrushed
  • Too many dumb punks, want to enter this rap scene
  • Kickin Willie Bobo, but need to be slapped clean
  • into oblivion, the true champion always rises
  • I bring surprises to the chief plus their advisers
  • Size me up, and you will find nothing's larger
  • Catch more wreck on your dome, than a deranged *****in barber
  • So what you made some dough, you best keep on scramblin
  • All your vanity, is instantly crushed, when I start handlin
  • Demandin that you pay, for your weak rhyme display
  • Coast to coast, I break the fakes everyday
  • [Krumb Snatcha]
  • I see myself as the black Rap Messiah
  • Colossal spreadin my gospel through electrical wires
  • Spit fire through speech, so I can reach each and every
  • Tom Dick and Jerry slippin like petroleum jelly
  • Too busy in the limelight, can't rhyme tight
  • I got divine right to bring y'all to light
  • Somethin ain't right, to be an MC, you gotta thug
  • Or to thug you gotta be an MC, this shit is bugged
  • Show love but few; deal with crew and crew only
  • And think universal like Sony
  • Phony pounds and fake hugs is usually avoided
  • Give a ***** like Pizza Hut I got to stay Noyd-ed
  • Cause that same nigga you trust, could be that same cat
  • behind that gat that bust, quiet ya, with the silencer
  • Keep it hush, ashes to dust, then dust to ashes
  • Nowadays it's who pull out the fastest, imagine this
  • rap shit without this gat shit, or the phony cat
  • in black talkin bout how much his Mac spit
  • But this year, GangStarr got changes bein made
  • No wack shit bein played no fake macks gettin paid
  • No Versace MC's, with a mouth full of Mo'
  • Soundin like a hoe spittin that old-fashioned show flow
  • I bombshell that pastel Chanel rap through a Maxwell
  • Ever since young Krumb, was taught to rap well
  • Goin deep, process of thought, when my eyes closes
  • Awaken with interpretive robe and sandals like Moses
  • Travellin high sands and Eastern lands for the answers
  • Ignorance is spreadin through the streets like it was cancer
  • Too many drinkin not thinkin, when behind that trigger
  • A 38 escalate the murder rate, for us niggaz
  • it's like, microphone roulette cause nowadays MC's is gettin wet
  • over someone else's fake gangsta rep

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