Gang Starr - Speak Ya Clout lyrics

Verse One: Jeru the Damaja

Last year record companies were chumpin me

But now like chicks they all be up on me

and me so horny I hit em like a groupie

Snatch off my hat wash my dick and keep it movin

Showing and proving on a day to day basis

I rip New York and a million different places

State to state country to country

My skills are legend in the style of poetry

I've paid my dues to this game word to mother

Peace New York hops it gets no rougher

Baby brother been puffing buddha and blunts since eighty-five

Before the fake motherfuckers started perpetrating live, I've

achieved mad props though niggaz roll around in jeeps

I ride the A-Train and get mad beeps

So when we bang bang boogie out jumps my boot knocks

Chicks comes in flocks when D.R.S. rocks glocks

And I mean it it's all done with the mind

I neutralize suckers because I'm alkaline

I could go on for days speaking bout my clout

So Lil Dap snatch the mic and show the motherfucker out

Verse Two: Lil Dap

Yo you can't hide from jail and you can't hide from the street

Flavors do get deep when you're walking the east

A unit down from the underground made the brothers unite

I'm slappin pounds and pounds with real niggaz aight

Ain't nothing changed but the weather, rain storms or whatever

You poured a forty on the ground for the brothers who ain't around

Break it down with the flow as I walk through the ghetto

A nigga said he couldn't do it til the shit hits the fan

Last year I was The Man ripping up every jam

So what's your hobby nothing serious when things get rough

I'm stepping rugged and tough, and bitches won't get enough

A Lil Dap what's that? Fuck around you get slapped

Schizophrenic with rhyme plus we're well organized

Make the chicks say 'aow' and the brothers say 'ho'

You can't tell a motherfucker what to do with his life

Niggaz tend to live trife, so I react with the mic

It's the end of the time so I got to gets mine

Aiyyo 'ru, what's your function meet me at Broadway junction

Before I start to get in it, better yet i just kick it

Aiyyo son, if you're ready Guru starts to flip it

Verse Three: Guru

Earl, with my three-eight-five shot I bust a bumba claat

He talks dumb a lot so him shall drop

I got the clout, all you pussy rappers be out

From the ghetto I let go, shit to make you petrol

Watching fly niggaz show you how to rhyme asshole

You know the motherfucking situation

So get down get down with the Gangstarr Foundation

Now I'ma touch on reality, chumps can't fuck with me

and all the honies be loving me

My style be kicking crazy butt

Wannabes on their knees licking crazy butt

Your girl pays me but ain't no need to try and stop her

I'm Big Poppa fuck your girl and I'll drop her

cause she be working on my nerves

and yo I got more gang than the bitch got curves

I'm like gambino, the slick head honcho

Ill kid ready to wreck mics pronto

and I know, I break your back with my rap like smack

because I'm all that

And so the next time when you're wishing for my downfall

I'm a come back to drown y'all

With stupid lyrics relative to a bloodbath

And stay the fuck out my path