Gangstarr Same Team No Games Lyrics

Same Team No Games Lyrics

f/ H. Staxx, NYG'z







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[NYG'z]



Yo, do the knowledge to the master build the blow and the spliff



The new millennium, hide them a beef



Gotta watch what I say to you niggaz so I calm my patience



'Cause the shit ain't really pass the statue of limitations



The streets still holler about how strong I am



Niggaz I hurt still holler about how wrong I am



As a little nigger broke, thinking soda and coke



Had me amazed how my steady hand kept in the flow



Let it sit, cool and heart lit, hit the set cool and heartless



In front of the store projects, as long as I made a profit



I see you eyeing me, you fire escape diary



Filled with pages of episodes and shying me



Nonbeliever I hammer for hire



Hit yo ass so hard that yourcoke will catch fire



Dog the stakes are dyer, I'm no liar



Hold the court and the street beef cause I got pride







[H. Staxx]



Same team no games, these chicks I blow brains



Rap-a-lot soul train the corners rocking cocaine



Got no shame



Trying to blow these figures



Headquarters gone he ain't left he still with us



Not in the physical through us he live



I can seen him with Big L, Pun, Pac and BIG



Watching over the kid like dear shed the waist over



And yelling “Ether?, “Blowout? and “Takeover?



I'm the truth; give you proof and your video shoot



Pull them candors on you while them cameras on you



How you love that



Don't want to blow with Staxx



So go ahead dumb up, make me car crumb up



“It's the Militia?



Yall niggaz don't know about I



Got me heated, frustrated about to blow my high



Me and Benz blazing, Rave got the gauge raising



Sick of talking about it, niggaz ain't on my weight lift







[NYG'z]



Whenever we stand together, down for whatever



Divided we get at you from more angles



Gangstarr forbid, NYG's same team no games



Love is love fame one in the same



Corny style, niggers act strange going against the grain



Don't want to see us on top of our thing, we adapt to change



Fame, fortune and material game, flow natural unrestrained



Let me explain, niggers don't get it until you set it to flame



Subject them to pain, make them respect



The name, the set you rep, connects you get



Stay ready to bang



Steps ahead of competitors that'll test your aim



H. Staxx shoot back splat dang your brain



My foundation bust gats spread there's your brain



Fuck with mine, spat not take the blame



Play it for keeps, we came to win







[Guru]



YO, I'm the Jerry Rice to this, much too nice to quit



And just so you know, we never liked you kid



Since you ain't wanna let niggers eat



I'm gonna convene with my team before



We gotta let the trigger speak



'Cause nowadays yall rappers are carbon



Copies paws are sloppy, still its hard to stop me



Especially when I connect with my man, rep for my fam



We taking back the rest of our land



And we don't really care if they say you are the shit



They playing your hits



We about to make our way in this biz



And let's see if the gimmick last until the next season



In a flash, take your stupid ass out, give me the next reason



Flip for my peoples here, spit for my peoples here



Yeah... time to get rich with my peoples here



Cut of a snake's head, then we break bread



Same team, no games



You underground trying to fake dead







{*scratching by DJ Premier repeats*



Let, let, let the games begin