Battle (Explicit)
Gang Starr"Battle (Explicit)" is a song by Gang Starr, released in 2002 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:43 long and contains 56 lines and 497 words.
Lyrics
0:00Battle (From "8 Mile" Soundtrack|Explicit) - Gang Starr
0:02What what what you wanna battle me
0:07Yo man how much money you got
0:12What what what you wanna battle me
0:17Yo man how much money you got
0:19I used to guzzle 40's and own a beat up caddy
0:22Since the hood still love me I'll turn the heat up daddy
0:25I went from macking fly honies on the train
0:27To straight relaxing on the beach counting money getting brain
0:30Soon as you rappers get a chance you wanna floss a lot
0:33You buy a iced out watch because it cost a lot
0:35Then you in the club styling with dough
0:37Profiling with hoes that we boned a while ago
0:40You rookies haven't done enough laps around the track
0:42You had one hot single but then your album sounds wack
0:45Son you bore me with your war stories
0:47You ain't even do that sh*t so that's just more stories
0:50How you expect us to take you seriously
0:52The look in my eye punk has got you scared of me
0:55I'm blasting your sons I'm snatchin' your funds
0:57You catch a royal a**-whoopin' you've been askin' for one
0:59I'm 'bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game
1:02What what we thorough to the end
1:07Yo man you know the drill
1:09I'm 'bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game
1:13What you wanna battle me
1:17Yo man how much money you got
1:20B**ch you don't even know the half about me
1:22I bring it straight to your chest ask your staff about me
1:25I'm just a little bit older plus a whole lot wiser
1:27I might advise ya or I might pulverize ya
1:30I can visit any city get respect in the street
1:32While you alone in your room shook to death of the streets
1:34I'll take a second to speak I keep my weapon in reach
1:37I ain't talking romance but you'll get swept off your feet
1:39I keeps a ghetto chick that loves to blast and she peddle sh*t
1:42Groupies fake moves I get her to settle sh*t
1:45You can't compare to the status right here
1:47Legendary worldwide we can battle right here
1:49Listen junior I'ma tear back your wig
1:52This ain't tv but I'll show you what a 'fear factor' is
1:54Stop grillin' me and all that frontin is killin me
1:57You leave me no choice but to hurt your feelings g
1:59I'm 'bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game
2:02What what what you wanna battle me
2:06Yo man how much money you got
2:12What what we thorough to the end
2:17Yo man you know the drill
2:19I'm 'bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game
2:22I'm 'bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game
2:27We thorough to the end
2:30I'm 'bout to slap rappers around
2:33You know the drill
2:37We thorough to the end
2:39I'm 'bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game
2:43You know the drill know the drill
Battle (From "8 Mile" Soundtrack|Explicit) - Gang Starr What what what you wanna battle me Yo man how much money you got What what what you wanna battle me Yo man how much money you got I used to guzzle 40's and own a beat up caddy Since the hood still love me I'll turn the heat up daddy I went from macking fly honies on the train To straight relaxing on the beach counting money getting brain Soon as you rappers get a chance you wanna floss a lot You buy a iced out watch because it cost a lot Then you in the club styling with dough Profiling with hoes that we boned a while ago You rookies haven't done enough laps around the track You had one hot single but then your album sounds wack Son you bore me with your war stories You ain't even do that sh*t so that's just more stories How you expect us to take you seriously The look in my eye punk has got you scared of me I'm blasting your sons I'm snatchin' your funds You catch a royal a**-whoopin' you've been askin' for one I'm 'bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game What what we thorough to the end Yo man you know the drill I'm 'bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game What you wanna battle me Yo man how much money you got B**ch you don't even know the half about me I bring it straight to your chest ask your staff about me I'm just a little bit older plus a whole lot wiser I might advise ya or I might pulverize ya I can visit any city get respect in the street While you alone in your room shook to death of the streets I'll take a second to speak I keep my weapon in reach I ain't talking romance but you'll get swept off your feet I keeps a ghetto chick that loves to blast and she peddle sh*t Groupies fake moves I get her to settle sh*t You can't compare to the status right here Legendary worldwide we can battle right here Listen junior I'ma tear back your wig This ain't tv but I'll show you what a 'fear factor' is Stop grillin' me and all that frontin is killin me You leave me no choice but to hurt your feelings g I'm 'bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game What what what you wanna battle me Yo man how much money you got What what we thorough to the end Yo man you know the drill I'm 'bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game I'm 'bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game We thorough to the end I'm 'bout to slap rappers around You know the drill We thorough to the end I'm 'bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game You know the drill know the drill
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