feat. Krumbsnatcha

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[Verse One: Guru]

Stupid, you know it's time to sit and think, before we hit the brink

Lockerroom, at a prize fight, before he hit the ring

Like when I tell these corporate leeches they can't get a thing

Or when I tell relentless rappers they had better sing

The position that anyone holds could be up to grabs

I'm waitin up the ave to see if anyone folds

Since I was twenty-one years old and legal

I knew the difference between gimmicky gangsters and powerful people

I'm the reason, why the game is flipped

I'm the reason, why your aim is missed

I'm the reason why you're mad I only sprained my wrist

The reason my mindframe is trained in this

You like gunfire? Better acquire the taste

Cuz youf walk aroun' with full pounds by dem waist

Deface property, they be laced properly

Rules are rules, fools are fools, I react logically

Ain't no way, so come, make my day

Like Tom Hanks I earn long bank and Cast you Away



[Premier scratching]

"This mic in my hand, I'm rulin!"

"I repeat, this is not a question"



[Chorus: Guru] (Krumbsnatcha)

Oh you brag about the ki's you flipped and who you done up

Nigga whattup? (Put up or shut up!)

Poppin shit about the chicks and the whips you got

You think you hot? (Uh-uh, man - you put up or shut up!)

Always talkin bout your dough and your wealth and fame

Youse a lame (Get out of here - put up or shut up!)

You got hot beats and kids that can spit mad fire?

Youse a liar! (That's whack - put up or shut up!)



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[Verse Two: Guru]

Aiyyo I've seen the toughest of tough guys, the ro