DJ Premier - On The Record lyrics

[Intro] Yeah This is Big Shug It's time to set the record straight Coming all the way from Murderpan Repping Boston A collabo with DJ Premier Big Shug Let's get it straight right now [Verse 1] Ain't no one above me I sip bubbly and still spit lovely, I'm that's nice I put your man under pressure Slug him like Manny, now he's talking like the nanny, all b**hed up Switched up, supposed to be pop now Supposed to be hot now, far from the block now, thank God I still walk on the same street still Know where to get heat, when you're off beat, I shoot at your feet Then get you on back the rhythm of this hip-hop Whether you're rocking the Timberlands or the flip-flops It don't stop, it's rugged and underground And I'm one of the heavyweights pound-for-pound Those who hate, hate no more Those who wait, wait no more It's Big Shug spitting in the form of the four-fours Leaving my name blazed across the door When I spit, it's always first, not second And all you DJs, put the needle to the record [Hook: Scratches by DJ Premier] "Put the needle on the record when the drum beats go like this" [Verse 2] For some time now, labels hated on me Turned off the lights, shut the gates on me Like a bad dream, I'm worse when you sleep You're waking up with who*es' heads in bed sheets Traumatized when you see my a** 'Cause you n***as know that I'm just that bad I'm just that man, but don't mistake me for the Mad Rapper 'Cause n***a, I get at ya So when you see me, save them fake daps You got five minutes to perform your fake act Take off your shirt and bust your fake gat I'm street, n***a, I come with the boom bap Aim for the neck, clap, put your face in your lap Real n***as open up and accept that Fake n***as get down on the floors Real n***as co*k back and blow the four-fours When I spit rhymes, I'm first, not second And all you DJs, put the needle to the record [Hook 2x] [Verse 3] Rappers ain't great no more, they don't create no more But they still sell out them f**ing tours We got the fans confused If you got dough, you win, if your money's short, you lose I'm an MC, that's my claim for fame But all of us can't rap up in the game You do you, and I'ma do us If you want the raw, then I'm the one to trust When I spit rhymes, I'm first, not second And all you DJs, put the needle to the record [Hook 2x]