DJ Premier - Against The Grain lyrics

"Watch out for your friends" Aiyo, aiyo, you you you got that thing for me, huh? You thought I was layin it? No no I ain't layin it, I'm takin it You don't understand? You confused? How bout if I stuck your f**in head thru that window That would unconfuse you right? Thought I was layin it, give me the f**in money, come on I'm blamin lame a** rappers frontin for famin I should open up a casino for all the games you playin I'm sayin, everyday in a different namin Plus they h*mos now, big black n***as flamin We stressin, that you don't be stressin us And if you GS and GS then don't be B-S'n us Just be B-S'n logicly, not like that we be guessin Because the truth need no modesty Cristal to spring water, Bacardi whatever What it is is what it is, we can party together You know how the game goes when your name grows But still love is love, f**in the same hoes Against the grain goes the souped-up rapper, he spittin venom So now we gotta get wit him And do the ten thing, frightenin, while his mens cling Then watch blood extract out his a** like ginseng It all ends with all of his mens hit And now our future friendship, strictly forensic But that's the life we livin, drivin, that's how we driven Strivin, you must be robbin, cos I ain't giving, shoot ya guns Now when we bless this, with precise sh** That we suffice with, we keep your mentals lit Now when we bless this....... "Watch out..." I see ya overly concernin, ya insides burnin Mad at the fact Sauce is earnin, with more n***as than Mark Furman Ya never learnin learnin, never been so determined Not to be concerned with ya sermon, wheels of fortune still turnin Still street caviar remains untouched For Sauce Money cheeseburger deluxe Screamin what's the croc's fienin, dough we rake off While you hailin for cabs we, taxi for take-off Fake crews and units is dubbin Get ya whole clan wiped out, no scrubbin For the description given, chapstick flappin Pistol-whippin n***a rappin, sell arms to keep em clappin Gungho chicks squeeze for me, crazy G's for me To see cheese come easily for me In the same arenas, ain't gotta state his name, you seen us Few bundles of dope never came between us Sippin on Bay Breeze's, now we higher than Venus Comparin thumbs, tryin to see who's the greenest High strung, no relief pitcher off my tounge Ace of the staff, Sauce back-to-back Cy Young Now when we bless this, with precise sh** That we suffice with, we keep your mentals lit *repeat x3* In the club lit, listen to all my n***as hit b**hes love me for this disrespectful sh** f** em, the only thing I'm with is large amounts, clear Money the only thing that counts here By any means like Malcolm X marks the spot, you know the outcome Income, never outdone Rap star, hit the stage dipped in tar Other crews muerto, can't f** with this concierto Too fecicous so I drop new releases til your crew deceases Screw your pieces, f** your thesis f** your speeches and f** your beef Cos when my crew aim, do more than brush your teeth It'll split your sh**, when it hit your sh** If you don't want your sh** hit, don't forget your sh** We don't spar, we aimin all n***as to Allah When it's spent and to the nazarine if ya 85 Percent Do what I gotta, straight shot of Jack Amareddo colada for my b**h in the back Never bluffin, never rap for nothin Rap flow, don't love it, sincerely yours, Sauce motherf** it