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[guru]
from jump street i thump beats; that’s bangin’ in the streets.
see, now my cipher’s complete.
i got each of my brothers on my side, right and left.
who’s next to flex? i get more thrills than s-x.
microphone is like a loaded mac.
who’s that, there, that’s tryin’ to hold us back?
i don’t think so; we attack the premises.
i’m like your nemesis; devils better remember this.
yo, the g-u-r-u, of the gang, can always hang.
i’ll string you out with the dope that i sling,
and you can’t touch it when i’m goin off.
and crazy shouts to my n-gg-z up north.
although you’re locked down you’re still on my mind.
so rewind selector; rewind, rewind.
i’m kickin’ sh-t off my dome.
i puff the chalice with dread; feel the steel, the real, the chrome.

me and my fam take this rap sh-t serious.
new york to l.a., and you n-gg-z best to fear this.
new york to l.a., and you n-gg-z best to fear this.
new york to l.a., and you n-gg-z best to fear this.

[lil’ dap]
aiyyo, spark up the mic; little shorty on some wild sh-t.
i’ll pull your file; walk down the streets without a smile.
kid, sh-t is gettin hectic; i’m packin a mac-10.
n-gg-z want to check it; i’m thirsty for action.
ninety-five, sh-t is real; gotta pack my steel
just in case a n-gg- try to kill me, chill.
i ain’t goin’ out like that.
i bust enough caps in backs, and other n-gg-z they be fakin’ jacks.
best, what, to back up before you get smacked up.
you act up; reload the clip; now back up.
straight up, don’t let me break, fool, because you lose…

me and my fam, take this rap sh-t serious.
new york to l.a., and you n-gg-z best to fear this.
new york to l.a., and you n-gg-z best to fear this.
new york to l.a., and you n-gg-z best to fear this.
new york to l.a., and you n-gg-z best to fear this.
new york to l.a., and you n-gg-z best to fear this.

[big shug]
i sit back and watch mc’s take freefalls.
bounce ’em off walls, like superball.
stand tall and terrorize mc’s;
all the ones who want to be like me.
you can’t get with the exquisite sh-t i kidd-ck.
you get caught up, like ted kennedy, in chappaquid-ck.
you can’t roll with my flavor or style.
i outlast mc’s by miles, and i got
the hot style that pops.
i’m givin’ hardrocks body shots when i rock.
you can’t even test me, no matter how hard you try.
f-ck around, lay around, punk; do or die.
i’m back again, the roughneck n-gg- from boston.
when i swing i got mad drama that i bring.
the crews all back me up,
and we come to rip ’cause our sh-t’s too rough, yeah!

[big shug]
uh.
[lil’ dap]
yeah, baby, pah like this.

- group home

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