Now You're Mine Lyrics
| Song | Now You're Mine |
| Artist | Gang Starr |
| Album | Hard To Earn |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Guru： | |
| Yo duke, you're dead wrong | |
| You'll never have the skills like mine | |
| I write the ill type rhymes | |
| Now i'm reaching my prime | |
| 360 dunk in your face | |
| You can't compete, you're just a basketcase | |
| Let's separate the men from the boys | |
| And put your money where your mouth is | |
| No time for toys | |
| Your game is weak, get it, so don't sleep | |
| Cuz i'll be checking and wrecking ya | |
| When i start to creep | |
| Through the backdoor | |
| I know i caught you out there | |
| You got no clout here | |
| And i doubt there | |
| Is anyway that you can stop the beatdown | |
| You better play the background | |
| And sit back down | |
| Chumps like you, i gotta keep'em in line | |
| So prepare to suffer boy, cuz now you're mine | |
| (dj premier scratching) | |
| I'll fake you left and go right | |
| Straight down the lane | |
| Here's one in your eye | |
| You feel pain, you strain | |
| To put together some strategy | |
| But you're raggedy, and i'll be glad to see | |
| The frown on your grill when i drill and thrill | |
| Set out my offense, commence to kill | |
| I'll be leading from beginning to end | |
| And after i guard ya | |
| You're gonna wanna make friends | |
| And make amends for the silly trash you were talking | |
| Take a walk and your shots i'm swatting | |
| With ease, and the ladies are swooning | |
| Clocking my swiftness, why you drooling? | |
| You oughtta practice up and get your game with mine | |
| I been waiting to guard you, and now you're mine | |
| (dj premier scratching) | |
| Hurry up, sucker | |
| Go ahead and pick your squad | |
| Try to play hard, but i'ma rob | |
| You of your crazy notions to defeat me | |
| Your weak see | |
| I rock all courts | |
| And even get down to give you a rematch | |
| After i wax and tax that butt | |
| When i slam the alley-oop | |
| You can rally troops | |
| But i play the awesome defense | |
| I'll pick your pocket | |
| And send you to the bench | |
| With tears in your eyes as you realize | |
| The prize is for me | |
| Yes all the money | |
| Son, my flow is too nice | |
| My handle's precise | |
| I'll fake you right and go left | |
| Because my game's so def, and now you're mine | |
| (dj premier scratching) |
| Guru: | |
| Yo duke, you' re dead wrong | |
| You' ll never have the skills like mine | |
| I write the ill type rhymes | |
| Now i' m reaching my prime | |
| 360 dunk in your face | |
| You can' t compete, you' re just a basketcase | |
| Let' s separate the men from the boys | |
| And put your money where your mouth is | |
| No time for toys | |
| Your game is weak, get it, so don' t sleep | |
| Cuz i' ll be checking and wrecking ya | |
| When i start to creep | |
| Through the backdoor | |
| I know i caught you out there | |
| You got no clout here | |
| And i doubt there | |
| Is anyway that you can stop the beatdown | |
| You better play the background | |
| And sit back down | |
| Chumps like you, i gotta keep' em in line | |
| So prepare to suffer boy, cuz now you' re mine | |
| dj premier scratching | |
| I' ll fake you left and go right | |
| Straight down the lane | |
| Here' s one in your eye | |
| You feel pain, you strain | |
| To put together some strategy | |
| But you' re raggedy, and i' ll be glad to see | |
| The frown on your grill when i drill and thrill | |
| Set out my offense, commence to kill | |
| I' ll be leading from beginning to end | |
| And after i guard ya | |
| You' re gonna wanna make friends | |
| And make amends for the silly trash you were talking | |
| Take a walk and your shots i' m swatting | |
| With ease, and the ladies are swooning | |
| Clocking my swiftness, why you drooling? | |
| You oughtta practice up and get your game with mine | |
| I been waiting to guard you, and now you' re mine | |
| dj premier scratching | |
| Hurry up, sucker | |
| Go ahead and pick your squad | |
| Try to play hard, but i' ma rob | |
| You of your crazy notions to defeat me | |
| Your weak see | |
| I rock all courts | |
| And even get down to give you a rematch | |
| After i wax and tax that butt | |
| When i slam the alleyoop | |
| You can rally troops | |
| But i play the awesome defense | |
| I' ll pick your pocket | |
| And send you to the bench | |
| With tears in your eyes as you realize | |
| The prize is for me | |
| Yes all the money | |
| Son, my flow is too nice | |
| My handle' s precise | |
| I' ll fake you right and go left | |
| Because my game' s so def, and now you' re mine | |
| dj premier scratching |
| Guru: | |
| Yo duke, you' re dead wrong | |
| You' ll never have the skills like mine | |
| I write the ill type rhymes | |
| Now i' m reaching my prime | |
| 360 dunk in your face | |
| You can' t compete, you' re just a basketcase | |
| Let' s separate the men from the boys | |
| And put your money where your mouth is | |
| No time for toys | |
| Your game is weak, get it, so don' t sleep | |
| Cuz i' ll be checking and wrecking ya | |
| When i start to creep | |
| Through the backdoor | |
| I know i caught you out there | |
| You got no clout here | |
| And i doubt there | |
| Is anyway that you can stop the beatdown | |
| You better play the background | |
| And sit back down | |
| Chumps like you, i gotta keep' em in line | |
| So prepare to suffer boy, cuz now you' re mine | |
| dj premier scratching | |
| I' ll fake you left and go right | |
| Straight down the lane | |
| Here' s one in your eye | |
| You feel pain, you strain | |
| To put together some strategy | |
| But you' re raggedy, and i' ll be glad to see | |
| The frown on your grill when i drill and thrill | |
| Set out my offense, commence to kill | |
| I' ll be leading from beginning to end | |
| And after i guard ya | |
| You' re gonna wanna make friends | |
| And make amends for the silly trash you were talking | |
| Take a walk and your shots i' m swatting | |
| With ease, and the ladies are swooning | |
| Clocking my swiftness, why you drooling? | |
| You oughtta practice up and get your game with mine | |
| I been waiting to guard you, and now you' re mine | |
| dj premier scratching | |
| Hurry up, sucker | |
| Go ahead and pick your squad | |
| Try to play hard, but i' ma rob | |
| You of your crazy notions to defeat me | |
| Your weak see | |
| I rock all courts | |
| And even get down to give you a rematch | |
| After i wax and tax that butt | |
| When i slam the alleyoop | |
| You can rally troops | |
| But i play the awesome defense | |
| I' ll pick your pocket | |
| And send you to the bench | |
| With tears in your eyes as you realize | |
| The prize is for me | |
| Yes all the money | |
| Son, my flow is too nice | |
| My handle' s precise | |
| I' ll fake you right and go left | |
| Because my game' s so def, and now you' re mine | |
| dj premier scratching |
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