- Votes:
- Composers:
- Martin
- Christopher E. / Elam
- Keith
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- dj premier
- gang starr
- rap
 
- See also:
Gang Starr - Peace Of Mine lyrics
[DJ Premier]
 Aiyyo, what the FUCK is this shit that y'all are listenin to
 Nowadays on the radio man? You call that shit hip-hop?
 THAT'S SOME FAGGOT BITCH SHIT Y'ALL ARE LISTENIN TO!
 All you DJ's are lettin the program directors handcuff you
 And sit there and tell you how to mix?! YOU FUCKIN ROBOTS!
 FUCK Y'ALL!!!
 [Guru]
 Real talk, serious thoughts
 True and livin with a youthful vengeance, yo
[Primo: "Trust me, I'm as live as it gets"]
 [Guru]
 At times I feel like my back's against the wall
 And if y'all ain't with me, then it's me against y'all
 I stand my ground, that's what I was taught
 While others stand around, I hold it down like a fort
 In the midst of war, I find peace within
 Run, lock your doors, don't let the beast get in
 The mind is a terrible thing to waste
 I show love cause it's a terrible thing to hate
 Of course I want money, but I won't compromise
 Y'all don't realize, think I won't bomb you guys?
 With the truth nigga, stop misleadin the youth nigga
 Too many wakes and funerals, that's the proof nigga
 Our hood's in danger, kids need guidance
 You keep lyin, still the young keep dyin
 As I walk through the valley I fear none, yes I'm the chairman
 Here with my nigga Premier son
 And we came to change the game
 We represent the pain that's real talk, what's y'all claim to fame?
 Rappers simply tracin flows and chasin hoes
 Frontin mad hard, that shit's amazin yoGang Starr - Peace Of Mine - http://motolyrics.com/gang-starr/peace-of-mine-lyrics.html
 Producers makin Tinkerbell beats for them to rhyme on
 Their ass if they get on the same stage that I'm on
 Our shit be rugged, like the New York streets
 Make the wrong move stupid then you lose your seat
 Cats be buyin up SoundScans to beef up sales
 Niggaz wanna crossover, wanna be upscale
 Fuck that, that ain't hip-hop, that's somethin else
 You're better off back on the ave doin somethin else
 All you suckers claimin that you are, thug or gangsta
 You disrespect the game by dry-snitchin you prankster
 I thank y'all for makin more room for us, uhh
 Ashes to dust you wonder who's to trust
 My sense of self, and my mental health
 Is much more powerful, than any hint of wealth
 A lot of niggaz get cash, and collect Mercedes
 But neglect their ladies, and forget their babies
 Then the chicks turn and act like dudes
 Cause they reflect our light, so yo act right fool
 And this is just a piece of my mind, a thesis of mine
 I'ma make moves and I'ma leave you behind
 At times I feel like my back's against the wall
 And if y'all ain't with me, then it's me against y'all
 I stand my ground, that's what I was taught
 While others stand around, I hold it down like a fort
 In the midst of war, I find peace within
 Run, lock your doors, don't let the beast get in
 The mind is a terrible thing to waste
 I show love cause it's a terrible thing to hate
 [Primo: "Trust me, I'm as live as it gets"]
 ["My flow is like.." ".. as live as it gets"]
 [Primo: "Trust me, I'm as live as it gets"]
 [Primo: "Trust me, I'm as live.."]
 ["My flow is like.." ".. as live as it gets"]














