My Advice 2 You Lyrics

Gang Starr


publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Keith Elam, Christopher E Martin
album: Track 15 in album Moment of Truth
release date: 1998-3-31
popularity : 20 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Jazzy Hip-Hop
length: 2:32
producer: DJ Premier
co-producer: Guru

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Gang Starr Moment of Truth cover art
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Yo, yo, gu-rizzi, yo
Yo, whassup, son?
Yo, man, you know what I mean? 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 **** straight, from Crenshaw to Castlegate
Like Pete and C.L., I reminisce over days
From the streets of Boston to New York, and all the ways
For certain *****z 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 *****, Havoc, said, sometimes you gott
Hit your crew off, so they can make some bread
'Cause no matter the weather, *****z be needin' cheddar
And things in this world are more ****ed 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' **** 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 ***** like me, most time that ****'s bad news
It's like lightin' a fuse, whether it's sneakers or shoes
'Cause somebody always want to step up, to start a feud
It's like settin' 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 *****z knew my pops had clout
But they didn't know my sorry-*** 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


Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 You Know My Steez
  • 2 Robbin Hood Theory
  • 3 Work
  • 4 Royalty
  • 5 Above the Clouds
  • 6 JFK 2 LAX
  • 7 Itz a Set Up
  • 8 Moment of Truth
  • 9 B.I. vs Friendship
  • 10 The Militia
  • 11 The Rep Grows Bigga
  • 12 What I’m Here 4
  • 13 She Knowz What She Wantz
  • 14 New York Strait Talk
  • 15 My Advice 2 You
  • 16 Make ’em Pay
  • 17 The Mall
  • 18 Betrayal
  • 19 Next Time
  • 20 In Memory of…