Текст (слова) песни: GangStarr - Battle

 
{*scratched: "What? You wanna battle ME?"*} 
{*scratched: "Yo man, how much money you got?"*} 
{*scratched: "What? You wanna battle ME?"*} 
{*scratched: "Yo man, how much money you got?"*} 
 
[Guru] 
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 wanna 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 shit, 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 ass-whoopin, you`ve been askin for one 
 
{*scratched: "I`m bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*} 
"What.. what?" {*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*} 
"Yo man.." "You know the drill" 
{*scratched: "I`m bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*} 
"What.. what?" {*scratch: "You wanna battle me?"*} 
"Yo man.." "How much money you got?" 
 
[Guru] 
Bitch 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 death 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 shit 
Groupies fake moves, I get her to settle shit 
You can`t compare to the status right here 
Legendary worldwide, we can battle right here 
Listen junior, I`ma 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 killin me 
You leave me no choice but to hurt your feelings G 
 
{*scratched: "I`m bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*} 
"What.. what?" {*scratch: "You wanna battle me?"*} 
"Yo man.." "How much money you got?" 
"What.. what?" {*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*} 
"Yo man.." "You know the drill" 
{*scratched: "I`m bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*} 
{*scratched: "I`m bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*} 
{*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*} 
{*scratched: "I`m bout to slap rappers around"*} 
"You know the drill" 
{*scratch: "We thorough to the end"*} 
{*scratched: "I`m bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*} 
"You know the drill"
 

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