Hey, Gang Starr has gots to be the sure shot Nice & Smooth has gots to be the sure shot Gang Starr has gots to be the sure shot Nice & Smooth has gots to be the sure shot Greg Nice! Greg N-I-C-E Dame un beso, ah oui oui Rock for a fee, not for free Maybe I'll do it for charity Now my employer or my employee Is making Greg N-I-C-E very M-A-D Don't ever ever think of jerking me I work too hard for my royalty Put lead in your ass and drink a cup of tea Peace to Red Alert and Kid Capri Ooohh la la, ah oui oui, I say Muhammad Ali, you say Cassius Clay I say butter you say Parkay It's alright if you wanna make a sway I'm away up town, took the deuce to the tre I originate, they duplicate I praise the lord and keep the faith It's alright keep biting at the bait '92, uh! One year later Peace out Premier take me out with the fader I chant eenie meenie, minie moe I wreck the mic like a pimp pimps hoes Here's how it goes I am a genius I mean this I'll shake this you'll take this I'm kinda fiendish You wish that you could come into my neighborhood Meaning my mental state Still I'm 5 foot 8 Crazy as I wanna be, cause I make it orderly You could say I'm sort of the boss so get lost The brother who will make you change opinions Dominions I'm in them when it's time to kick shit from The heart, cause I get a piece of the action Feeling satisfaction from the street crowd reaction Chumps pull guns when they feel afraid Too late, when they dip in the kick they get sprayed Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is I get more props and stunts than Bruce Willis A poet like Langston Hughes and can't lose when I cruise Out on the expressway Leaving the Bodega I say "suave" Premier's got more beats than barns got hay Clips are inserted into my gun So I can take the money, never have to run I left my Phillie at home, do you have another I wanna get blunted my brother Now may I make a mark then make a spark Over this phat track or should I say dope beat Subtract, delete All of the wick wack that wanna be abstract But they lack the new knack that's coming from way way back Hey yo Premier, please pass that buddha sack You heard we quit? No way, bullshit! I told you before we come back with more hits I provide bright flavor so you can sketch me Do me a favor, dont try to catch me Slightly ahead of the game, I'm not a lame Ask him, he'll tell you the same he knows my name Smooth, I drop jewels like, paraphernalia I'm infallable, not into failure Like a rhinoceros, my speed is prosperous And pure knowledge expands from my esophagus I write in the night to bring truth to the light My dialogue is my own cause Smooth B will never bite
Written by: KEITH ELAM, CHRISTOPHER MARTIN, DARRYL OTIS BARNES, GREG O. MAYS, DARRYL BARNES, GREG MAYS, CHRISTOPHER E MARTIN, C. MARTIN
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