DJ Premier: Big L Rest In Peace



Intro: samples

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's son

Haters took this shit too far son

So thats all for you I'm whiping 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 deathtrap, 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 shit starter? Fuck 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 nigga down soon as I spot one



Chorus: Gang Starr samples, except where noted

--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" --- Noreaga

--In this business of rep--

*repeat, change last line to: --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 Itz all a Set Up

I give no man or thing power over me

Why these niggaz so jealous and lookin sour, over me?

I'm bolder, G, I'm like impossible to stop

I'm like that nigga 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, nigga, till your done

Plus, more than over, I got my whole shit together

More than a decade of hits, that'll live forever

Catchin rep off my name? Your bound to fry

Know how many niggaz that I know, is done to die

We never fail, and we ain't never been frail

You niggaz talk crime, but you scared of jail



Chorus



[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 ass 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 surpass and harass

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



Chorus