[DJ Premier] Big L, Rest In Peace
  [Intro] samples --Feel the realness-- --In this business of rep-- --Go ahead--
  
  [Guru] Fresh out the gate again, time to raise the stakes again
  Fatten my plate again, y'all cats know we always play to win
  G-A-N-G, to the Starr's, son Haters, took this shit too far, son
  So thats all for you, I'm whiping out your whole team I'll
  splatter your dreams with lyrics to shatter your schemes
  The badder you seem, the more lies you tell
  The more lies you sell, then by surprise you fell Into my deathtrap, right into my clutches
  Stupid, you know the God must bless every single mic he touches
  I've suffered, just so I could return harder Wanna be the shit starter?
  Fuck around, make you a martyr I make ya famous, turn around and make ya nameless
  Cause you never understood to me how vital this rap game is
  Save it and hold that, you catch a hot one
  Rhymes chase a fake nigga down soon as I spot one
  
  [Chorus: Gang Starr]
  --Full clip-- --Do you wanna mess with this?--
  --Gang Starr-- --I'm one of the best yet-- --I'm nice like that-- "It's all good" ---
  [Noreaga] --In this business of rep-
  *repeat, change last line to: --so I suggest you take a rest--*
  
  [Guru] So if you stand in my way, I'm gonna have to spray
  Learn that "if you come against me son your gonna have to pray"
  Since back in the day I held The Weight and kept my head up
  The wanna see the God catch an L Itz all a Set Up
  I give no man or thing power over me
  Why these niggaz so jealous and lookin sour, over me?
  I'm bolder, G, I'm like impossible to stop
  I'm like that nigga in the ring with you, impossible to drop
  I'm like two magazine fully loaded to your one Plus I ain't gonna quit spittin, nigga, till your
  done Plus, more than over, I got my whole shit together
  More than a decade of hits, that'll live forever Catchin rep off my name?
  Your bound to fry Know how many niggaz that I know, is done to die
  We never fail, and we ain't never been frail
  You niggaz talk crime, but you scared of jail
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Guru] Attackin like a slick Apache lyrics are trigger happy
  Pullin back your wig piece just for the way your lookin at me
  Talk back, blaow! I hit you up right now I don't know why so many of y'all wanna be thugs anyhow
  Face the consequence, of your childish nonsense
  I could make your head explode just by my lyrical content
  Get you in my scope and metaphorically snipe ya I never liked ya, I gas that ass and then ignite ya
  The flame thrower, make your peops afraid to know ya
  How many times I told ya, "play your position" small soldier
  My heart is colder, makes me wanna resort to violence
  Stop beatin me in the head son, nah, I'm not buyin it I'm ready to blast, ready to surpass and harass
  I'm ready to flip, yeah I'm ready to get with all that cash I hold my chrome
  steady, with a tight grip So watch your dome already cause this one might hit
  
  [Chorus]