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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gang Starr
Gang Starr
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Martin
Chris Martin
Composer
Keith Elam
Keith Elam
Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Shit, it ain't go hold me back, I gotta go all out to get mine
A tech nine might come in handy for the next time
I'm frustrated, chumps are makin' me mad
Don't seem to understand that I'm just that bad
[Verse 2]
Too gold, too bold, too fly for them to stop
The man to respect 'cause I'm rippin' up blocks
I gotta get the dough, gotta run the show
I'm flippin' like a kilo, stash a million or so
[Verse 3]
Go for what you feel and deal with this
'Cause I'm dangerous, I'm come real with this
And packin' and strappin', it goes along with the rappin'
By any means necessary, you can't get buried
[Verse 4]
I may come with a smile but i've been known to get crazy wild
So when you scheme, yo, I scheme too
And I've been out here and yes, I've seen you
I know your face, I know your name, and all your people, kid
[Verse 5]
I've got mad connections, so won't do a bid
I make the moves, I'm never fakin' 'cause the loot is for the takin'
The loot is for the takin'
[Verse 6]
Mad murderer stalk in the night when you walk
Feelin's of stone to the bone, I'ma rock
No regrets for doin' shit I had to do
I was hard headed, and yeah, I still am too
[Verse 7]
But you know I got things under control
So you should slow your roll, that's my advice to you, bro
A street veteran, sometimes I'm strife as a juvenile
I'll beep your style, you can't fuck with the golden child
[Verse 8]
That's why you're riffin' but you know you're just ass kissin'
You wanna meet your maker, I'ma take you
Or else let the man command
'Cause I'll be ready to get you open, ain't no jokin', I jam
[Verse 9]
So if you wanna know who's really boss
Then try your game, lamb, and end up takin' a big loss
If I don't get my way, you're history
To you, I'm a mystery, you never understand me
[Verse 10]
I came to grab the tapes and be out
I came to get what's due to me 'cause I got clout
I make the moves, I'm never fakin' 'cause the loot is for the takin'
The loot is for the takin'
[Verse 11]
I'm sinister, I'm sellin' no wolf tickets here
Rollin' correct to get my point across clear
Sights in the city make me bitter
And I ain't takin' no shit from no sucker, ****
[Verse 12]
I move swift, always lookin' for the money to make
I need the cash flow, I got a lot at stake
And I could never go out like a crab
So shut the hell up and put the money in a big bag
[Verse 13]
Hand it over to me smooth like
I ned fat dough, I got things to do tonight
I'm always on my job, ain't no time to be caught short
And those outta line, pay a fine or get knocked off
[Verse 14]
It's my turn to clock the dockets
Bein' broke, nah, I can't fuck with it
I'm makin' moves,  never fakin' 'cause the loot is for the takin'
The loot is for the takin'
Written by: Chris Martin, Keith Elam
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