Gang Starr - Speak Ya Clout lyrics

Verse one: jeru the damaja Last year record companies were chumpin me But now like chicks they all be up on me And me so horny, i hit em like a groupie Snatch off my hat wash my dick and keep it movin Showing and proving on a day to day basis I rip new york and a million different places State to state country to country My sk**s are legend in the style of poetry I've paid my dues to this game word to mother Peace new york hops it gets no rougher Baby brother been puffing buddha and blunts since eighty-five Before the fake motherf**ers started perpetrating live, i've Achieved mad props though n***az roll around in jeeps I ride the a-train and get mad beeps So when we bang bang boogie out jumps my boot knocks Chicks comes in flocks when d.r.s. rocks glocks And i mean it it's all done with the mind I neutralize s**ers because i'm alkaline I could go on for days speaking bout my clout So lil dap snatch the mic and show the motherf**er out Verse two: lil dap Yo you can't hide from jail and you can't hide from the street Flavors do get deep when you're walking the east A unit down from the underground made the brothers unite I'm slappin pounds and pounds with real n***az aight Ain't nothing changed but the weather, rain storms or whatever You poured a forty on the ground for the brothers who ain't around Break it down with the flow as i walk through the ghetto A n***a said he couldn't do it til the sh** hits the fan Last year i was the man ripping up every jam So what's your hobby nothing serious when things get rough I'm stepping rugged and tough, and b**hes won't get enough A lil dap what's that? f** around you get slapped Schizophrenic with rhyme plus we're well organized Make the chicks say 'aow' and the brothers say 'ho' You can't tell a motherf**er what to do with his life n***az tend to live trife, so i react with the mic It's the end of the time so i got to gets mine Aiyyo 'ru, what's your function meet me at broadway junction Before i start to get in it, better yet i just kick it Aiyyo son, if you're ready guru starts to flip it Verse three: guru Earl, with my three-eight-five shot i bust a bumba claat He talks dumb a lot so him shall drop I got the clout, all you p**y rappers be out From the ghetto i let go, sh** to make you petrol Watching fly n***az show you how to rhyme a**hole You know the motherf**ing situation So get down get down with the gangstarr foundation Now i'ma touch on reality, chumps can't f** with me And all the honies be loving me My style be kicking crazy bu*t Wannabes on their knees licking crazy bu*t Your girl pays me but ain't no need to try and stop her I'm big poppa f** your girl and i'll drop her Cause she be working on my nerves And yo i got more gang than the b**h got curves I'm like gambino, the slick head honcho Ill kid ready to wreck mics pronto And i know, i break your back with my rap like smack Because i'm all that And so the next time when you're wishing for my downfall I'm a come back to drown y'all With stupid lyrics relative to a bloodbath And stay the f** out my path...