Gang Starr — DWYCK

[Scratching] Greg N-I-C-E [Intro: Greg Nice] Aww yeah, it’s another Gang Starr sure shot, uh! Featurin' the one and only, handl’it handl’it, Roy, Nice & Smooth Hey, Gang Starr has gots to be the sure shot Nice & Smooth has gots to be the sure shot Gang Starr has gots to be the sure shot Nice & Smooth has gots to be the sure shot [Verse 1: Greg Nice] Greg Nice! Greg N-I-C-E Dame un beso, ah oui oui Rock for a fee, not for free Maybe I'll do it for charity Now, my employer or my employee Is makin' Greg N-I-C-E very M-A-D Don't ever ever think of jerkin' me I work too hard for my royalty Put lead in your ass and drink a cup of tea Peace to Red Alert and Kid Capri Ooohh la la, ah oui oui I say Muhammad Ali, you say Classius Clay I say butter, you say Parkay It's alright, if you wanna make a sway I'm away Uptown, took the deuce to the tre I originate, they duplicate I praise the Lord and keep the faith It's alright, keep bitin' at the bait '92, uh! One year later Peace out, Premier, take me out with the fader [Interlude] Oka-yay, o-o-oka-ay, o-o-o-oka-ay, h-here it-here it is [Verse 2: Guru] I chant 'eeny, meeny, miny, moe' I wreck the mic like a pimp pimps hoes Here's how it goes: I am a genius, I mean this I shape this, you'll tape this, I'm kinda fiendish You wish that you could come into my neighborhood Meanin' my mental state, still I'm 5-foot-8 Crazy as I wanna be, ‘cause I make it orderly You could say I'm sorta the boss, so get lost The brother who will make you change opinions Dominions, I'm in 'em when it's time to kick shit from the heart Plus, I get a piece of the action Feelin' satisfaction from the street crowd reaction Chumps pull guns when they feel afraid Too late, when they dip in the kick, they get sprayed Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is I get more props and stunts than Bruce Willis A poet like Langston Hughes And can't lose when I cruise out on the expressway Leavin' the bodega, I say "Suavé" Premier's got more beats than barns got hay Clips are inserted into my gun So I can take the money, never have to run [Verse 3: Smooth B] Yo, Keithy E, I left my Phillie at home, do you have another? I wanna get blunted, my brother Now, may I make a mark then make a spark Over this phat track – or should I say dope beat? Subtract, delete All of the wick wack that wanna be abstract But they lack the new knack that's comin' from way, way back Hey, yo, Premier, please pass that buddha sack You heard we quit? No way, bullshit! I told you before we come back with more hits I provide bright flavor, so you can sketch me Do me a favor, don't try to catch me Slightly ahead of the game, I'm not a lame Ask him, he'll tell you the same he knows my name Smooth, I drop jewels like paraphernalia I'm infallible, not into failure Like a rhinoceros, my speed is prosperous And pure knowledge expands from my esophagus I write in the night to bring truth to the light My dialogue is my own, ‘cause Smooth B will never bite [Outro: scratched Smooth B] After the tour quits, I come back with more hits After the tour quits, I come back with more hits After the tour quits, I come back with more hits