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Guru
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Step In The Arena 2 (I'm Saying)
Lyricist:Keith Elam, Rafael Gonzalez, John Barry Mosher, David Styles
Once you step in the arena, cheater You gone see what the fuck, listen up
A whole lot of things on the minds of most of my mens But they shy, so may I say things that currently Common thugs wondering Like if I made a hot beat, could I fuck Lil' Kim?
Why did Ron Artest flip on the fans But ain't do shit to Ben Wallace? Knowledge Do the one son, who is son? Ay yo, Guru, Peace, Wop, stop playing
There's a cock sucker, impostor, rocking your name It's kind of lame, it's kind of strange When they know Gang Starr, won't go back far Rap's throwback, splat, hold that dawg Engineer that ass back to ass cap dawg So you could fine-tune your membership card
Once you step in the arena, cheater You gone see what the fuck, listen up Got a whole lot of things on my mind I want to spit I ain't shy, so may I
Does this faggot here, have any fucking idea How many mics I've touched in my illustrious career Got mass appeal to get a rep, I grab the steel Code of the street and now they have to kneel
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Before the bling era, NYC had it locked Have we forgot, I'll blow your spot I'm from the days of when Big and Pac used to be tight Known to get loose with a mic, nigga, I'm used to the fight
Listen, I ain't your average meat-rapper I'm well acquainted with beats so of course we keep clappers Fuck the politics and who's supposed to be nice? I represent what a MC's supposed to be like
Hennessey was a popular drink and it still is My name is Wop, considered one of the illest Mix tape inovador, spit plus kill a fader Never did a bid, but the kid know how to spit a razor
Born in east LA, but the Bronx raised me up What you want? Motherfucker we could get it crunk, cracking or popping This is Wop and what, the hole locked bitch
I could see clearly now, nigga the rain is gone Solar supplying tracks we getting famous on Bodies got laid out once the bangers rung Niggaz still want to play, knowing the game is done
One over, we bring the slaughter like fluff waters Boy, it's deadly you not ready I put in work like a factory have you losing your faculties You heard me, you not worthy
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