My Advice 2 You Lyrics - Gangstarr

Yo yo gu-rizzi, yo 

Yo whassup son? 

Yo man, youknowhatimean? 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? ... 

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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 shit straight from crenshaw to castlegate 

Like pete and cl, I reminisce over days 

From the streets of boston to new york and all the ways 

For certain niggaz 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 nigga havoc said, sometimes you gotta 

Hit your crew off, so they can make some bread 

Cause no matter the weather, niggaz be needin cheddar 

And things in this world are more f**ked 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 shit 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 nigga like me, most time that shit's bad news 

It's like lightin a fuse whether it's sneakers or shoes 

Cause somebody always wanna step up to start a feud 

It's like set-tin 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 niggaz knew my pops had clout 

But they didn't know my sorry ass 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..."