Battle Lyrics - Singles - Gangstarr

What you wanna battle me? 

Yo man, how much money you got? 

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 turn the heat up daddy 

I went to mackin fly honies on the train 

To straight relaxin on the beach countin money gettin brains 

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 stylin with dough 

Profilin with ho's 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 whack 

Son, you bore me with your war stories, 

You ain't even do that shit, 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 snatching your funds 

You get your royal ass-whooping, you been asking for one 

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About to slap rappers around, bruise the game 

Be thorough to the end 

You man feel the drill 

About to slap rappers around, bruise the game 

What you wanna battle me? 

Yo man how much money you got? 

Bitch, 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 pulverise ya 

I can visit any city, get respect in the streets 

While you're alone in your room, scared to death of the streets 

I take a second to speak, i keep my weapon in reach 

I ain't talkin romance but you'll get swept off your feet 

I keeps this ghetto chick that loves to blast that metal shit 

Groupies fake moves I get her to settle shit 

You can't compare to this 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 

All that frontin is killing me 

You leave me no choice but to hurt your feelings, G 

About to slap rappers around, bruise the game 

Be thorough to the end 

You man feel the drill 

About to slap rappers around, bruise the game 

What you wanna battle me? 

Yo man how much money you got?