B.Y.S. Lyrics
| Song | B.Y.S. |
| Artist | Gang Starr |
| Album | Daily Operation |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : ELAM, KEITH/MARTIN, CHRIS | |
| I'm like a sniper rhymes'll strike ya when | |
| I'm rockin mad chicks be jockin' when the | |
| G Starr's talking | |
| And that's because my word is bond | |
| I get much fan mail and | |
| I always respond | |
| So tell your hon to write me too make sure she puts attention | |
| Mr. Guru Brothers know the flow is unique | |
| I got 100 wild styles in my black valise | |
| MC's wanna be me so they keep askin for me to teach 'em methods both slow and fast | |
| And others wanna act as if they're better but they only got one style which ain't all that clever | |
| I'm cooler than wind, harder than cold steel | |
| I get the ladies with more than just sex appeal | |
| A mystic psychic scanning all your thoughts | |
| I'll touch your soul and make your brain feel caught | |
| When my rapture traps ya and makes you mine | |
| You'll submit to the gift and to the lyrical lines | |
| So suckers realize that the size is too large when | |
| I come through | |
| I'm pullin' whole crews cards | |
| I be wreckin' correct and on the gangster tip | |
| MC's who front: | |
| Imma' gonna bust your shit | |
| I wonder do you love it enough | |
| I'm steppin' rugged and tough, never to front or to bluff | |
| I got the fresh cut baldy, the brothers call me | |
| Guru the man yes with all the | |
| J-A-Z-Z-Y type essence, street type lessons manifesting the one who make the fly ladies feel pleasant | |
| Never forgettin' that to myself | |
| I'm true do what you want to but watch yourself though "duke" | |
| I don't wanna hear all of that loud mouthing try to pull yours out when nothing comes out | |
| Then you'll see why you can't compete with me the notorious | |
| Guru of the | |
| Gang you see | |
| Starr stands for power like | |
| I said before | |
| I'm like the doctors cure slicker than | |
| Roger Moore | |
| I slide up to a crab | |
| MC like this tap 'em in the head with my mic like this | |
| I'll be revealing that you're weak to the world if you wish | |
| And I insist that if you persist then you get creamed, cuz | |
| Imma' get real steamed so don't you try to flex and try to look all mean | |
| Heyo check it that's dead that's it cuz all you phony ass rappers | |
| Imma' bust your shit | |
| Now when you see me on the set you know | |
| I may unleash a lyric like a mad dog barking through the speaker | |
| Step off unless you wanna get torn up your raps worn out burned out fucked up | |
| You locked up or maybe you locked out cuz at the battle last time you snuck out | |
| But now I'm rolling over you full blast | |
| I'm here to let you know no longer will the bull last | |
| MC's telling lies and poppin' all those myths | |
| Keep on fakin' moves and | |
| Imma'... |
| zuo ci : ELAM, KEITH MARTIN, CHRIS | |
| I' m like a sniper rhymes' ll strike ya when | |
| I' m rockin mad chicks be jockin' when the | |
| G Starr' s talking | |
| And that' s because my word is bond | |
| I get much fan mail and | |
| I always respond | |
| So tell your hon to write me too make sure she puts attention | |
| Mr. Guru Brothers know the flow is unique | |
| I got 100 wild styles in my black valise | |
| MC' s wanna be me so they keep askin for me to teach ' em methods both slow and fast | |
| And others wanna act as if they' re better but they only got one style which ain' t all that clever | |
| I' m cooler than wind, harder than cold steel | |
| I get the ladies with more than just sex appeal | |
| A mystic psychic scanning all your thoughts | |
| I' ll touch your soul and make your brain feel caught | |
| When my rapture traps ya and makes you mine | |
| You' ll submit to the gift and to the lyrical lines | |
| So suckers realize that the size is too large when | |
| I come through | |
| I' m pullin' whole crews cards | |
| I be wreckin' correct and on the gangster tip | |
| MC' s who front: | |
| Imma' gonna bust your shit | |
| I wonder do you love it enough | |
| I' m steppin' rugged and tough, never to front or to bluff | |
| I got the fresh cut baldy, the brothers call me | |
| Guru the man yes with all the | |
| JAZZY type essence, street type lessons manifesting the one who make the fly ladies feel pleasant | |
| Never forgettin' that to myself | |
| I' m true do what you want to but watch yourself though " duke" | |
| I don' t wanna hear all of that loud mouthing try to pull yours out when nothing comes out | |
| Then you' ll see why you can' t compete with me the notorious | |
| Guru of the | |
| Gang you see | |
| Starr stands for power like | |
| I said before | |
| I' m like the doctors cure slicker than | |
| Roger Moore | |
| I slide up to a crab | |
| MC like this tap ' em in the head with my mic like this | |
| I' ll be revealing that you' re weak to the world if you wish | |
| And I insist that if you persist then you get creamed, cuz | |
| Imma' get real steamed so don' t you try to flex and try to look all mean | |
| Heyo check it that' s dead that' s it cuz all you phony ass rappers | |
| Imma' bust your shit | |
| Now when you see me on the set you know | |
| I may unleash a lyric like a mad dog barking through the speaker | |
| Step off unless you wanna get torn up your raps worn out burned out fucked up | |
| You locked up or maybe you locked out cuz at the battle last time you snuck out | |
| But now I' m rolling over you full blast | |
| I' m here to let you know no longer will the bull last | |
| MC' s telling lies and poppin' all those myths | |
| Keep on fakin' moves and | |
| Imma'... |
| zuò cí : ELAM, KEITH MARTIN, CHRIS | |
| I' m like a sniper rhymes' ll strike ya when | |
| I' m rockin mad chicks be jockin' when the | |
| G Starr' s talking | |
| And that' s because my word is bond | |
| I get much fan mail and | |
| I always respond | |
| So tell your hon to write me too make sure she puts attention | |
| Mr. Guru Brothers know the flow is unique | |
| I got 100 wild styles in my black valise | |
| MC' s wanna be me so they keep askin for me to teach ' em methods both slow and fast | |
| And others wanna act as if they' re better but they only got one style which ain' t all that clever | |
| I' m cooler than wind, harder than cold steel | |
| I get the ladies with more than just sex appeal | |
| A mystic psychic scanning all your thoughts | |
| I' ll touch your soul and make your brain feel caught | |
| When my rapture traps ya and makes you mine | |
| You' ll submit to the gift and to the lyrical lines | |
| So suckers realize that the size is too large when | |
| I come through | |
| I' m pullin' whole crews cards | |
| I be wreckin' correct and on the gangster tip | |
| MC' s who front: | |
| Imma' gonna bust your shit | |
| I wonder do you love it enough | |
| I' m steppin' rugged and tough, never to front or to bluff | |
| I got the fresh cut baldy, the brothers call me | |
| Guru the man yes with all the | |
| JAZZY type essence, street type lessons manifesting the one who make the fly ladies feel pleasant | |
| Never forgettin' that to myself | |
| I' m true do what you want to but watch yourself though " duke" | |
| I don' t wanna hear all of that loud mouthing try to pull yours out when nothing comes out | |
| Then you' ll see why you can' t compete with me the notorious | |
| Guru of the | |
| Gang you see | |
| Starr stands for power like | |
| I said before | |
| I' m like the doctors cure slicker than | |
| Roger Moore | |
| I slide up to a crab | |
| MC like this tap ' em in the head with my mic like this | |
| I' ll be revealing that you' re weak to the world if you wish | |
| And I insist that if you persist then you get creamed, cuz | |
| Imma' get real steamed so don' t you try to flex and try to look all mean | |
| Heyo check it that' s dead that' s it cuz all you phony ass rappers | |
| Imma' bust your shit | |
| Now when you see me on the set you know | |
| I may unleash a lyric like a mad dog barking through the speaker | |
| Step off unless you wanna get torn up your raps worn out burned out fucked up | |
| You locked up or maybe you locked out cuz at the battle last time you snuck out | |
| But now I' m rolling over you full blast | |
| I' m here to let you know no longer will the bull last | |
| MC' s telling lies and poppin' all those myths | |
| Keep on fakin' moves and | |
| Imma'... |
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