调：F# minor•
Verse 1
F#m
You see the mic in my hand
now watch me wreck it now
What is a party if the crew
ain't there?
[what's your name?] call me Guru
that's my man Premier
Now many attempts have been
Slander the name and with- hold facts
But I'm the type of brother
with much more game
I got a sure aim and if I find
you're to blame
You can bet you'll be exterminated,
taken out, done
It doesn't matter how many
they'll go as easy as just one
Bust one round in the air for this here
'Cause this year suckers
are going no where
'Cause my strret style and
than just an angry rebel
get flipped in my circle
I'm aiming on raining on
the bitch ass chumps
'Cause their rhymes don't flow
and their beats don't pump
And niggaz better know I paid my
dues and shit
I'm bout to blow the fuck up because
I refuse to quit
I'm out to get the props that
think its about that time
Gangstarr will conquer
and others cling on to
My nautica, asking for a hookup
is all booked up
Nobody put me on I made
suckers should parlay
'Cause it's business kid,
this ain't no free for all
You have to wait your turn,
you must await your call
the booty crews
And suckers should vacate
From here to Japan
With force you can't withstand
'Cause I'm the muthafuckin' man
Verse 2
Dap from the Group home
Yo step up to the mic and tell
Verse 3
them why you're the man
So don't stop to say hi,
muthafucka just die
My shit holds a mouthful so I
guess you know what's up
Why punks get killed at
the end of the month
Styles and styles I flip
Lil' Dap remains sick
Yes the Group Home is thick
So all you punks hear this
Everytime you riff
The more fame that we get
Thinking that they are God
Niggaz just don't understand
Let me be my own man
And everyplace wasn't home
Everywhere that I'd rest
I had to dress with a vest
I guess you get the routine
but with a lot of stress
Frustration on my mind
Brothers doin' mad time
Rhymes are organized like crime
As we're rippin' the lines
'Cause I was told
To never give my back to the street
As I walk through the ghetto
Dead souls I greet
See my man give him pound
Then I walk with a frown
Another minute
Another brother's gunned down
Shit is getting too close that's
why the Group Home is thick
So everytime you riff the more
fame that we get
My father always said don't watch
the one across the street
Watch the one right next
Because he's easy to flex
Took heed to what he said
Yeah that deep ass nigga
While brothers hang around
Tryin' to get down
Niggaz just don't understand
Verse 4
I'm the mutha fuckin' man
F#m
And also on the set from
Dirty Rotten Scoundrels
We got my man Jeru the Damaja
Yo tell them why you're the man
Verse 5
You probably heard it before
Step to the bedlamite I'll prove
my word is law
Drugstore with more
Dope rhyme vendor
Not partial to beef
The chief ambassador
Niggaz get mad 'cause
they can't score
Like a wild west flick they
wish to shoot up my door
But I incite a riot
Don't even try it
Bust up chumps so crab kids keep quiet
Like I said before
I tap jaws
Snatch whores
Kill suckers in wars
Vic a style you said was yours
Money grip want to flip but you're fish
House the mic like your hooker and
did tricks on the bitch
Dirty Rotten Scoundrel
and my name is Jeru
MC's step up in mobs to defeat us
When we rock knots and got props
like Norm Peterson
Lot's of friends, lot's
of fun, lots of beers
kreeno so I always get cheers
Troop on like a trooper no tears for fears
I'm a get mines 'cause
the crew'll get theirs
Cut you up like Edward Scissorhands
You know the program
I'm the mutha fuckin' man
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