F.A.L.A. - Gang Starr

Word to Joe Frazier got ta do what pays ya

Give a nigga pain like dysplasia

But close your hips in nigga you can’t win

I walk around with a scowl and a grin

Parties try to rock me chicks try to clock me

Niggas try to block me but they can’t stop me

I’m a bad man understand where I come from

Treatin' niggas dumb, as I drink my rum

I’m a mad man, I get respect with the Tec

Put punks in check, Shug’s on the set

I’m the one with the game, the twelve round

Crack to the concrete, from the underground

I’m a bad nigga, how do you figure to take me

You cannot break me, so don’t mistake me

For your brother, I’m not a punk motherfucker see

I did my time, and now I’m free

I’m a dope one, ready to rip and wreck shop

I will not stop, I won’t be dropped by the cops

I’m bad, understand me with the game I kick

I got crazy bitches like a Trojan on my dick

Yo Hobb we got more rep than Lucky Luciano

Suckers we wet to the sound of the dope piano

This is something you can’t handle, here’s one example

I got your head as a trophy up on the mantle

Each and every sect we wreck, the crowd’s electrified

Mystified, you get dissed, when you try, you die

Fish niggas, they get fried upon my skillet

I kill it, fuck it, my shit is on hit

And hittin' you blaow (BLAOW) so what you want to do now?

You stepped up, I whacked ya, you crept up, I smacked ya

Got infinite length, with the strength of a real master

If you don’t bow down now you’ll get plowed down now

You know, like POW

Fuck around, lay around, do or die (Repeat x3)

So fuck around, lay around, do or die

Fuck around, lay around, do or die (Repeat x2)

«You figgedy fuck around, you lay around»

Word to Mike Tyson, hit you quick like lightnin'

Swing my left jab first, and then come in with the right

Cold deck ya, nah I could never respect a

Punk like you, you get dropped like one two

And you’re out son, just like a one round bout son

The outcome, is that you’ll get that ass hung

Easily, swiftly, you’ew stupid you can’t get with me

Fuck around, lay around, do or die (Repeat x2)

I said fuck around, lay around, do or die

Fumin!

Hey, I’m boomin' down on niggas

I figure, how could they take out a big nigga

They don’t know, so I don’t never give em a clue

That’s you and you and you, and oh yeah you

You can’t get with this or take me down

I’m always laughin' haha 'cause you punks are clowns

Since I’m passin' emcees, with my skill

I’m up on the hill, and I force them dudes to chill

Rippin' up shit as I do, because I’m violent

That’s why when I walk in the room, punks are silent

My name is Shug, as if you didn’t know

I’m pimpin' hard, and punks are just a hoe

Fuck around, lay around, do or die (Repeat x2)

I said you fuck around, lay around, do or die

Fuck around, lay around, do or die

I said you fuck around, lay around, do or die

Fuck around, lay around, do or die (Repeat x2)

«You figgedy fuck around, you lay around»

Yea yea that’s Shug for ninety-three

I want to say whattup to all my people, yaknowhatI’msayin?

We got the Guru in the house, and my man Lil' Dap

Showin' motherfuckers where we’re truly at

I want to say whattup to my homegirl, my main girl and my kids

Whassup Kerry, Marie and Lisa how y’all chillin'?

I know y’all in the motherfuckin' house too, yea!

I like to say whattup also, to all the peoples back home

That know what time it is, and the niggas tryin' to get real

And on that note, right

I’ma get the fuck up out of here

«You figgedy fuck around, you lay around»