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Correct My Advice 2 You Lyrics
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Gang Starr
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Correct My Advice 2 You
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Yo yo gu-rizzi, yo Yo whassup son? Yo man, youknowhatimean? I need this money man Get up out in these, in these streets man Yo, so what's the deal god? I'm sayin, what you need though? Yo let me have like, two or three, three g's man I'm sayin, I'm sayin son man You know what happened last time though I gotta do what I gotta do man, I gotta eat man Whassup man? Oh your baby momma stressin you? ... Way past the days of the deuce me and you stays a crew Only a few percent knew what me and you went through We've been sent to dominate, these corny come-lates And set this crooked rap shit straight from crenshaw to castlegate Like pete and cl, I reminisce over days From the streets of boston to new york and all the ways For certain niggaz to blow up, and crime paid But my praise goes to the most high Cause some nights I got so wild yo, I almost died Some stuff I got into, really scarred my mental Pops wasn't tryin to hear it, cause of what he been through Still, like my nigga havoc said, sometimes you gotta Hit your crew off, so they can make some bread Cause no matter the weather, niggaz be needin cheddar And things in this world are more fucked up than ever So let's make this bond to keep this hip-hop strong You a man baby pop you know right from wrong So stay out of trouble, and that goes for me too That's what we need to do, that's my advice to you... You remember what happened last time, when you got knocked Doin your thing, sewin shit up on the block You need to stop, fore you get caught again Or you get shot and I lose another friend "any man with the plan is precise with his life" "think twice" My advice to you, cut down on champagne and booze For a nigga like me, most time that shit's bad news It's like lightin a fuse whether it's sneakers or shoes Cause somebody always wanna step up to start a feud It's like set-tin it off but not the movie Plus let's get some real women forget floozies and the groupies Cause they spell mad problems from watts to harlem And the bullshit won't stop long as the world's revolvin And I recall when niggaz knew my pops had clout But they didn't know my sorry ass was gettin kicked out And they was seein if I wanted to come bubble with them And make my ends triple and double with them And get in trouble with them, now memories of them I wear em in my heart like a emblem I doubt we'd ever be bigtime sellin dope coke or dust It's killin us, let's take our people and make a exodus Annhilation, inhilation through the lungs Or extermination, by the use of dirty guns Triple beam dreams and drug schemes of mad cream Could be a sad scene when you go to that extreme "any man with the plan is precise with his life" "think twice" "my advice is to you..."
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