No Time - Guru

No time to wait, gotta make cake

Keep your burners on bake 'cause the streets ain’t safe

The streets got me layin, same games, no rules

'Bout to go legit, flip quick on these fools

I look at hustle, in the long term sense

I ain’t tryna be stuck with a long term sentence

Calculate my moves like I’m Bumpy Johnson

Bring it to 'em by surprise, straight dumpin on 'em

Mentally I could chalk out your physical

Way before you even taught of ever grabbin your pistol

I can’t wait to get the drop first, and watch it drop first

'Cause you swine like knock words

I hit your face, turn your head when I come through

My man wanna get at you with the gun fool

we maneuver through the hood quicker than light speed

The god always hook me up with the tight weed

I hit your stance, you pollutin my cypher

I’m all in your way 'cause it’s my duty to slice ya

Your poor fee is with you

Divine justice when the niners hit you

Didn’t know the half, so I split you

It’s the righteous don, when I write my songs

It’s like the quiet storm, till my mic is on

And once I got ya, it’s too bad, too late

It’s two of y’all, they’ll find your bodyparts in two lakes

There’s more of y’all, well I’m well prepared

To stab you where you bleedin, wipe your lung in my sleeve

From the hood to the office, I’m good for a profit

Like Kareem with the sky hook, how could you stop it

If I got to, I’ll send a son or two at you

Straight pit, them dogs will turn you to cat food

I’m that dude, the one that’s callin the shots

Went away and came back, niggaz was all in my spot

Sheisty niggaz even had their hands all in my pot

Gave 'em a group raid and buried them all in one plot