Gang Starr - My Advice 2 You Lyrics
Yo yo gu-rizzi, yoYo whassup son?Yo man, youknowhatimean? I need this money manGet up out in these, in these streets manYo, so whats the deal god?Im sayin, what you need though?Yo let me have like, two or three, three gs manIm sayin, Im sayin son manYou know what happened last time thoughI gotta do what I gotta do man, I gotta eat manWhassup man? oh your baby momma stressin you? ...Way past the days of the deuce me and you stays a crewOnly a few percent knew what me and you went throughWeve been sent to dominate, these corny come-latesAnd set this crooked rap shit straight from crenshaw to castlegateLike pete and cl, I reminisce over daysFrom the streets of boston to new york and all the waysFor certain niggaz to blow up, and crime paidBut my praise goes to the most highCause some nights I got so wild yo, I almost diedSome stuff I got into, really scarred my mentalPops wasnt tryin to hear it, cause of what he been throughStill, like my nigga havoc said, sometimes you gottaHit your crew off, so they can make some breadCause no matter the weather, niggaz be needin cheddarAnd things in this world are more *****ed up than everSo lets make this bond to keep this hip-hop strongYou a man baby pop you know right from wrongSo stay out of trouble, and that goes for me tooThats what we need to do, thats my advice to you...You remember what happened last time, when you got knockedDoin your thing, sewin shit up on the blockYou need to stop, fore you get caught againOr you get shot and I lose another friendAny man with the plan is precise with his lifeThink twiceMy advice to you, cut down on champagne and boozeFor a nigga like me, most time that shits bad newsIts like lightin a fuse whether its sneakers or shoesCause somebody always wanna step up to start a feudIts like set-tin it off but not the moviePlus lets get some real women forget floozies and the groupiesCause they spell mad problems from watts to harlemAnd the bullshit wont stop long as the worlds revolvinAnd I recall when niggaz knew my pops had cloutBut they didnt know my sorry ass was gettin kicked outAnd they was seein if I wanted to come bubble with themAnd make my ends triple and double with themAnd get in trouble with them, now memories of themI wear em in my heart like a emblemI doubt wed ever be bigtime sellin dope coke or dustIts killin us, lets take our people and make a exodusAnnhilation, inhilation through the lungsOr extermination, by the use of dirty gunsTriple beam dreams and drug schemes of mad creamCould be a sad scene when you go to that extremeAny man with the plan is precise with his lifeThink twiceMy advice is to you...
