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You Know My Steez

Gang Starr

Moment of Truth

1998

The rhyme style is elevated
The style of beats is elevated
But it's still Guru and Premier
And it's always a message involved

"The real, hip

poets-seriously focused- ain’t going nowhere I’m sure you idiots noticed- we are hip hops future on and off the computer- don’t care about who’s your favorite pop

where we killed it, yeah we slayed
On that treble and that bass
Ain't no day, that goes by, that I lie - on my bed
Nothing but thoughts in my head
Of what

wanna get him back
But I don't wanna do another custodial sentence
In a four-by-four pad
And I gotta take this time to apologize to my best friend
'Cause

Loved by kids, I never did a bid
Yes, the Group Home is thick
Plus I don't eat beef 
'Cause these dizzy-ass niggas and chicks think shit is sweet
Yo,

Supa Star

Group Home

Da Undaground Sound, Vol. 3: East Meets West

1997

Loved by kids, I never did a bid
Yes, the Group Home is thick
Plus I don't eat beef 
'Cause these dizzy-ass niggas and chicks think shit is sweet
Yo,

Make i no lie you, this song fii be my last track
I feel like it's just giving me my last chance
Don't get me wrong I no dey doubt myself
I was lost in

shit, then will go by your back
Probably suckin' his dick and gon' lie about that
I should get hella money and buy me a scat
I'ma buy her some hair

Black Sheep

Trik Turner

Trik Turner

2002

block, don't punch girls
And we don't punch a clock, gotta go gotta
Go see you later by the cat and you can't 
Beat that with a bat

You can get with

a high 5
Saying the truth publicly so he might die
In a hotel room or in a drive by
Or they might try
To say he failed attempt to skydive
Track him down,

don't go by same the rules
I'm Gucci down to the shoe
Make these bitches choose
By the flick of a wrist
Oh that boy
Just took your bitch
I know you salty

For the wrist watch
Hip toss
Any big boss
That you live by
Break rules
And I pay dues
With the rapper money
Black rari
Bumpin Magna Carta 
It don’t

nigga
Shit talk
For the wrist watch
Hip toss
Any big boss
That you live by
Break rules
And I pay dues
With the rapper money
Black rari
Bumpin Magna Carta

phase me
They're like AM0 you don't know how to rap
I'm like I can only spit facts
I just decide to do it on tracks
Edit wit a Mac
When you shoot guns it

and roam the wrong streets at night
To make it back home after the 9 to 9
Made it through some times holding a 9
By any means...


So believe I'm trying

really scared
Stumbling in the streets like you visually impaired
Depending on your dogs to guide ya, homie, do tell
Judging by your backing tracks, iz you

really scared
Stumbling in the streets like you visually impaired
Depending on your dogs to guide ya, homie, do tell
Judging by your backing tracks, iz you

the words I say seep inside your veins like a sedative
I dropped the illest track, but I don't care if no one sees it

I ain't really lookin' for pats

to feds
I bring a veterans etiquette to the exodus
Talking a bunch of lie so I really gotta get rid of them
Exposing all the phony clones blown by their

Look
Lie lie
She lied to my face uh
Get the fuck outta my way
Erased what I chased like heart stopped racing
Got a lot to drop
What a waste of time

it feels like the capital like Suleja
You talking jack shit but please don’t tell lie
You know we shut Twitter down in the UAR
And oh one more thing

physical abuse
And I wanna get him back
But I don't wanna do another custodial sentence
In a four-by-four pad
And I gotta take this time to apologize

I remember hearing rap like this cool old-school
Was that track to fix those cold moods
But whose rap if we don’t hold true
Hip-hop’s man number one

Now the moment we been waiting For 

Can't ignore the fact 
That the the boy once on track 
Has turned into the man 
Aint no ignorance is bliss 
So my