[DJ Premier] Big L rest in peace [Intro: Scratched] Do you wanna mess with this? I'm one of the best yet We've got it You can feel the realness In this business of rep Go ahead [Guru] Fresh out the gate again, time to raise the stakes again Fatten my plate again, y'all cats know we always play to win G-A-N-G to the Starr son Haters took this sh** too far son So that's all for you, I'm wiping out your whole team I'll splatter your dreams with lyrics to shatter your schemes The badder you seem, the more lies you tell The more lies you sell then by surprise you fell Into my d**htrap, right into my clutches Stupid, you know the God must bless every single mic he touches I've suffered, just so I could return harder Wanna be the sh** starter? f** around, make you a martyr I make ya famous, turn around and make ya nameless Cause you never understood to me how vital this rap game is Save it and hold that, you catch a hot one Rhymes chase a fake n***a down soon as I spot one [Hook: Scratched] Full clip Do you wanna mess with this? Gang Starr I'm one of the best yet I'm nice like that It's all good In this business of rep Full clip Do you wanna mess with this? Gang Starr I'm one of the best yet I'm nice like that It's all good So I suggest you take a rest [Guru] So if you stand in my way, I'm gonna have to spray Learn that if you come against me son your gonna have to pray Since back in the day I held The Weight and kept my head up The wanna see the God catch an L it's all a Set Up I give no man or thing power over me Why these n***as so jealous and lookin sour over me? I'm bolder G I'm like impossible to stop I'm like that n***a in the ring with you, impossible to drop I'm like two magazine fully loaded to your one Plus I ain't gonna quit spittin, till your done Plus, more than over, I got my whole sh** together More than a decade of hits, that'll live forever Catchin rep off my name? Your bound to fry Know how many n***as that I know, is done to die We never fail, and we ain't never been frail You n***as talk crime, but you scared of jail [Hook] [Guru] Attackin like a slick Apache lyrics are trigger happy Pullin back your wig piece just for the way your lookin at me Talk back, blaow! I hit you up right now I don't know why so many of y'all wanna be thugs anyhow Face the consequence, of your childish nonsense I could make your head explode just by my lyrical content Get you in my scope and metaphorically snipe ya I never liked ya, I gas that a** and then ignite ya The flame thrower, make your peops afraid to know ya How many times I told ya play your position small soldier My heart is colder, makes me wanna resort to violence Stop beatin me in the head son, nah, I'm not buyin it I'm ready to blast, ready to surpa** and hara** I'm ready to flip, yeah I'm ready to get with all that cash I hold my chrome steady, with a tight grip So watch your dome already cause this one might hit [Sticky Fingaz] It's time to let this sh** get started Get to the back if you chicken hearted It's Sticky Fingaz n***a, I'm f**in retarded n***as schemin on you under your nose Its funny how old friends turn into new foes Battlin you? that would be a waste of breath I can see you now cowerin in the face of d**h Had your girl on her knees, give her a taste of life Yo b**h rather be my who*e than your wife I'm already in hell, sh** was worse than this I'm cursed with gifts, you heard the myths Now hear the truth, I tear the roof We hear the wolves, I'm rippin sh** ridiculous Your clip be hiss your rap is piss The gat don't miss with platinum hits n***a who you think f**in wit this? I mean how many whips I'ma have to cop? How many albums I'ma have to drop? How many b**hes I'ma have to f**? And how many guns I'ma have to bust? How many hearts I'ma have to break? How much money I'ma have to make? How many lives I'ma have to take? To let y'all n***as know I'll send you straight to your wake [Outro: Scratched] Full clip Do you wanna mess with this? Gang Starr The best yet I'm nice like that It's all good So I suggest you take a rest Full clip