Guru

Guru - The Come Up lyrics

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(feat. Kapital Gainz, Kreem)

[raining in background]

Uh, Steve Stone (Steve Stone)

Left Gunn.. Left Gunn

Baldhead Slick..

[Steve Stone]

Yo

You might find me in a green Range Rover, with a mean hangover

But niggaz know when Stone hit the scene, game over

You cats wanna dance I'll let the heat sing for ya

Then beat the murder case with first string lawyer

I'm the worst thing for ya - a thug in the flesh

If youse a nigga but you bitch, I'll put a slug in ya dress

If you think you got wiz, put your luck to the test

But you could catch somethin hot, tryna fuck with the S

I got dimes to suck me off and let me nut on they breast

Can you say that.. no wait, hold up, lemme repeat it

Can you cats say that shit and really mean it?

I'm at the spot gettin treated, while you vets gettin heated

Like the scrub that you are, little fuck that you are

Before the deal, I still had dubs like a star

My crew recognized at the clubs and the bar

Son of y'all and you still gotta love who we are

[Left Gunn]

Yo, goin from broke

Went from rocks and the coats, to choppers and boats

At this year's parade, I'll have a spot on the float

Penthouse, with a pitch ready to aim for the do'

Movie screen with the voice-activated remote

See I'm finished makin papi rich, coppin his coke

Next time he see me, I'm like "He better savor ya throat"

Sorry amigo, but a nigga like me, need dough

Fuck it, I'll burn the bridge and come back on a yacht

Y'all the type of cats think shit's sweet when it's not

Bring the heat when it's cool, bring the ice when it's hot

Niggaz confused, I'm just tryna help you tally ya dues

and rally ya crews, and end up in a alley with goons

See when it come to the cash, I be on the worst shit

Roll up on you in a hoop, bumpin Biggie first shit

"Gimme loot, gimme loot" and don't try to get cute

Nobody keep cash in they pocket nigga, empty ya boots

Too many niggaz got the game twist, poppin they Cris'

And rockin they wrist, and end up gettin robbed in the Bricks

I'm stoppin this shit, Gunn's on the top of ya list

And I'ma lock it up in uniform or plain clothes

I play hoes, from chickenheads, to mayhoes

And I'ma travel to the end, spendin yen and pesos

[Hook: All]

Yo this one's for my niggaz comin up, what the fuck?

Pull them niggaz out they truck, and tell em to give it up

Stick him up, if he play fair, pick him up

Otherwise, it's some other guy's job to dig him up

[Guru]

Comin through, holdin it down, controllin the town

Wondered if I was nice, yeah, you knowin it now

I do my thing bitch, way past chains and rings bitch

Time to real dough, time for you to sing bitch

Call the fat lady, game over, reign's over

Your Willy status, and success and fame's over

Stone and Two Gunns came over, to bless some shit with the god

Geuss what, my dogs just pissed on your lawn

Flipped on you pawns, just cuz you was kickin it wrong

And don't ask me for advice cuz I ain't diggin ya song

Time to straighten it out, we takin the clout

Fuck a short career, listen y'all I'm spacin it out

Tri-state niggaz, some of the illest y'all hear

Illest ya meet, yeah some of the realest ya fear

Fuck the truth, I'm concealin y'all and stealin all queers

Since y'all niggaz slept on me, I ain't feelin your tears

[Kreem]

I like to pinpoint a sucka, like a country on a map of the globe

Get it to some gangsta shit, watch em clap then he fold

Enter my zone, soon get smothered with mase

I'm on the block, who run the streets is watchin, I cover my face

I'm bubblin papes, my son grew to smugglin nape's

So we jugglin cakes, and from ya shorty I'm lovin the face

I'm huggin the block, my big dogs, they thuggin the block

In my hood, fuck runnin nigga cuz we tustle with cops

Real Picasso, write rhymes, visualize

Spit raps on how to survive on family ties

Rock a no-name sweater, with a Iceberg tee-shirt under it

Leather seats in my Nova, and fifty G's I'm comin wit

Next day I come through, I'm dipped in the Armani jumpsuit

Hard-top hummer, sunroof big enough to jump through

Nigga what? I don't care if you in the tux

I'll put the Eagle to ya gut, and tell you to give it up

[Hook x2: All]

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