GangStarr - Battle lyrics

What? You want to battle me? Yo man, how much money you got? What? You want to battle me? Yo man, how much money you got? I used to guzzle 40's, and own a beat up Caddy Since the hood still love me, I'll turn the heat up daddy I went from mackin' fly honies on the train to straight relaxin' on the beach, countin' money gettin' brain Soon as you rappers get a chance you want to floss a lot You buy a iced out watch because it cost a lot Then you in the club, stylin' with dough Profilin' with hoes that we boned, a while ago You rookies haven't done enough laps around the track You had one hot single, but then your album sounds wack Son you bore me with your war stories You ain't even do that sh**, so that's just more stories How you expect us to take you seriously? The look in my eye punk, has got you scared of me I'm blastin' your sons, I'm snatchin' your funds You catch a royal a**-whoopin', you've been askin' for one I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game What, what?"{"We thorough to the end Yo man, you know the drill I'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game What what? You want to battle me? Yo man, how much money you got? b**h you don't even know, the half about me I bring it straight to your chest, ask your staff about me I'm just a little bit older, plus a whole lot wiser I might advise ya, or I might pulverize ya I can visit any city, get respect in the street While you alone in your room, shook to d**h of the streets I'll take a second to speak, I keep my weapon in reach I ain't talkin' romance but you'll get swept off your feet I keeps a ghetto chick, that loves to blast and she peddle sh** Groupies fake moves, I get her to settle sh** You can't compare to the status right here Legendary worldwide, we can battle right here Listen junior, I'm a tear back your wig This ain't TV but I'll show you what a "Fear Factor" is Stop grillin' me, and all that frontin' is k**in' me You leave me no choice but to hurt your feelings G