Gang Starr Same Team, no Games Lyrics:
NYG'z]
Yo, do the knowledge to the master
build the blow and the spliff
The new millennium, hide them a beef
Gotta watch what I say to you niggaz so I calm my patience
'Cause the shit ain't really pass the statue of limitations
The streets still holler about how strong I am
Niggaz I hurt still holler about how wrong I am
As a little nigger broke, thinking soda and coke
Had me amazed how my steady hand kept in the flow
Let it sit, cool and heart lit, hit
the set cool and heartless
In front of the store projects, as long as I made a profit
I see you eyeing me, you fire escape diary
Filled with pages of episodes and shying me
Nonbeliever my hammer for hire
Hit yo ass so close that your coat will catch fire
Dog the stakes are dyer, I'm no liar
Hold the court and the street beef cause I got pride

[H. Staxx]
Same team no games, these chicks that blow brains
Rather rock soul-train than the corners rocking cocaine
Got no shame
Trying to blow these figures
Headquarters left he ain't gone he still with us
Not in the physical through us he live
I can seen him with Big L, Pun, Pac and BIG
Watching over the kid like dear shed the waist over
And hail that ?Ether?, ?Blowout? and ?Takeover?
I'm the truth; give you proof at your video shoot
Pull them candors on you while them cameras on you
How you love that
Don't want to blow with Staxx
So go ahead dumb up, make me call crumb up
It's the Militia?
Yall niggaz don't know about I
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Got me heated, frustrated about to blow my high
Me and Benz blazing, Rave got the gauge raising
Sick of talking about it, niggaz ain't on my weight lift

[NYG'z]
United we stand together, down for whatever
Divided we get at you from more angles
Gangstarr forbid, NYG's same team no games
Love is love man one in the same
Funny style, niggers act strange going against the grain
Don't want to see us on top of our thing, we adapt to change
Fame, fortune and material game, flow stay natural unrestrained
Let me explain, niggers don't get it
til you set it to flame
Subject them to pain, make them respect
The name, the set you rep, connect you claim
Stay ready to bang
Steps ahead of competitors they'll test your aim
H. Staxx shoot back sppratt dead your braid
My foundation bust gats spprrat dead your brain
Fuck with mine, spprrat not take the blame
Play it for keeps, we came to win

[Guru]
YO, I'm the Jerry Rice to this, much too nice to quit
And just so you know, we never liked you kid
cuz you ain't wanna let niggers eat
so im gonna convene with my team before
We gotta let the trigger speak
'Cause nowadays yall rappers are carbon
Copies, your bars are sloppy, still its hard to stop me
Especially when I connect with my man, rep for my fam
We taking back the rest of our land
And we don't really care if they say you are the shit
They playing your hits
We about to make our way in this biz
And let's see if the gimmick last until the next season
In a flash, take your stupid ass out, give me the next reason
Flip for my peoples here, spit for my peoples here
Yeah... time to get rich with my peoples here
Cut of a snake's head, then we break bread
Same team, no games
You underground trying to fake dead

[scratching by DJ Premier repeats]
Let, let, let the games begin
Lyrics: Same Team, no Games, Gang Starr [end]