(GURU)

Yo, just because I want to, it don't mean I will

And just because I'm angry, it don't mean I'd kill

And just because she looks good, it don't mean I'd hit it

And just because I'm horny, it don't mean i'm widdit

Just because I make records, don't mean that I'm gassed

And just because I'm rapping, don't mean I chase ass

Just because I'm whylin, don't mean I can't stop

I got discipline baby and I use it a lot

People here's something that you should be considerin

Things could turn bitter when, you don't use discipline

You might wake up the next day upset and in fear

Buggin out, yapping bout, "How the fuck did i get here?

Who the hell is this stranger, starin all in my face?"

Now you wish you hadn't positioned yourself in that place

Think just in case you should took more precaution

A good time can become a nightmare so often

Like this nigga I know, that met these chicks on tour

They rocked him to sleep, robbed his ass for cash galore

Skated off in the night, without a trace or a hint

Scheamin tantalizin him, dressed up in lace and shit

Caught that kid out there, all high and dumbfounded

Made him think he was gettin some pussy

He just knew he was gonna pound it

Situations like this, will make you think twice

That's why instead of preaching death in my songs, I breathe life



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Baby won't you take the time (take the time)

Let me know what's on your mind (on your mind)

Just because I'm yours don't make it right (don't make it right)

Baby won't you take the time (bay-bee...)

Let me know what's on your mind (I'm waiting..)

Slow down baby, now let's make it right (on your love..) (I like you..)



(GURU)

Tycoon thug, he made me a ten thousand dollar investment

Now he's not to be messed with, make the girls get undressed quick

He's on some big muscled chest shit, posted by the exit

That's my man, he's the owner, yeah he be on some next shit

Said we'd make a few million by the next millenium

Told me to keep dropping jewels like a triggerman, puttin lead in him

Like Flavor said, I tell these hoes to kill the noise

You know your pops told you, watch them New York boys

All night, the ladies be like up in my mug

Tranquilin and trance dancin up in my drug

Fly honies, they hold me down like always

The same cat that used to get blunted down in the hallways

I love the cutie pies, never the zootie pies

I got discipline, I want the crew to rise

Situations like this'll make you think twice

Instead on preachin death in my songs, I breathe life



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(GURU)

Ladies, here's somethin that we should be considerin

Things could get bitter when, you don't use discipline

Imaginin yourself livin lavish and plush

Hangin with the cat whose spendin cabbage and buyin stuff

However don't be clever with your endeavor

And don't let too many men receive your treasure

Most cats be thinkin with they bozack

I admit in the past I was tryin to break these hoes backs

Escape, without givin up a dime

You know them fly ladies had a good fuckin time

Coppin me some Timberland with a jacket to match it

Girls nowadays wanna pigeon for chicken scratch

And I ain't givin up nathan

Long as my game expands, it's my discipline to hate 'em

Situations like this, will make you think twice

That's why instead of preachin death, I breathe life

And just because I want to, it don't mean I will

And just because I'm angry, it don't mean I'd kill

And just because she looks good, it don't mean I'd hit it

And just because I'm horny, it don't mean I'm widdit

Just because I make records, don't mean that I'm gassed

And just because I'm rapping, don't mean I chase ass

And just because I'm whylin, don't mean I can't stop

I got discipline baby, whether you do or not



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