Big Shug

Chorus: Inspectah Deck vocal sample

Crush the amateurs who scream they keep it real...
Crush the amateurs who scream they keep it real...
Crush the amateurs who scream they keep it real...
Crush the amateurs who scream they keep it real...

Verse One:

The braggadocious MC has returned
To backdraft, torch niggas and burn
my sound moves like kilos underground
cock me back, like a sledgehammer I'ma pound
niggas into the ground like stakeness
this shit is fakeness, so I'ma break this
monotony, and show 'em how it's supposed to be done
and keep lame niggas on the run
it's B-I-G S-H-U-G, try and remove me
find yourself with loose teeth
and you can't stop the unstoppable
niggas is droppable
when I'm coming through with my lyrical
I'm the ruffneck shwingin'
drama that I'm bringin'
on your left jaw I'll be tingin'
because left hooks turns mouths to mush
and when you're in my grip your whole game will be crushed...

Chorus:

Crush the amateurs who scream they keep it real...
to every hardcore that you hit the hard floor

Verse Two:

I'll slam an MC like cowboys do cattle
and rattle any snake mutha fucka who wish to battle
there's no way you can win
I'm wipin' off silly grins
when I come to kick your face in
and I'ma break you down to your atom
and if you test that, then I'ma grab one and bat 'em
down to the ground with this sound
stash your body parts and they're nowhere to be found
I'ma keep my mental on danger
anger proves to you that I'm no stranger
and I'ma keep it real as I can
comin' from Murderpan, who I am
I'm greater than, that means you're less than
are you a man, I don't think so with gun in your hand
and I lived behind a wall
and when I was released Big Shug is still standing tall

Chorus

Verse Three:

Comin' through with the cynderblock flows
Keepin' it dick-hard, while pussies wish to tiptoe
through the valleys of death, troubles of hell
no matter how they gas me, head will never swell
I'm sending you up the river in a holey boat
and rippin' the sleeves off your lambskin coat
you wanna be tough well come test Shug
and you'll find out that my shit's all good
I represent to the fullest that's all I know
and I've got to come through swingin' elbows
and I'll hold the post, hold down the middle
and niggas get knocked the fuck out when they wanna fiddle
you gotta be serious, nothing is too mysterious
niggaz is comin' with the truth
and my punchlines punch niggas offline
when I come through we represent everytime

Chorus....

(Big Shug)
Yeah the motherfucking jig is up, niggah
Ha ha, I'm coming to get you fake-ass niggas
Word is bond..

It'll take more than what you got, to foil my plot
I be rocking you and socking you like killer robots,
I'm too hot
But I refuse to cool down
'Till they rest my black ass
Beneath the ground, I get down
For my underground sound
Pushing lyrical weight niggah, by the pound, for real
I'm bringing sight to the visually impaired
Cause what you see in rap, ain't always too clear
(Yeah Y'all)
Ice-grill stares for those who create fantasies
Couldn't bust a grape, fighting you or fighting me
Hip-hop today is like a big magic show
One magician, and a whole bunch of shining' hoe's
I'm trying to grow like my dick in the morning
It's a new day ? matter fact a new fucking dawning
While you stretching and yawning, from your sleep
Shug done turned this whole shit back to the streets
Pumping the beat, when I was starving to eat
Now I push the ford truck
To extort the weak
Thought you broke away clean, I caught you
Now it's up to me to completely end you, for real
You hear shots, I bring shots
You smoke a lot of pot, and still spit weed talk, pussy
In '99 you get stepped to
Fuck your silly weak crew
And your mugged up boo, for real
No more faking jacks, or faking jills
We know all about those manufactured skills
Even chickens is spitting harder
Who's your ghost writer miss, Sean Carter?
Once again it's the militiaman stepping to Brooklyn
Coming straight out of Murder Pan
While I'm shitting on you spitting up
Letting you silly faggots know, the jig is up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Big Big Shug, Big Big Shug

(repeat 2X)
{*"And this is the way.. the way.." - Run*}
{*"The way it is" - Big Shug*}

(Big Shug)
I'm not the, _Lord of the Rings_, I'm the lord of poppin them things
Settin you up, and takin your bling
Hoes love the way I spit it though
Cause of the +Speakerboxxx+ they give me +Love Below+
I'm from Murderpan where they raise no snitches
But some cats still do, I navigate
nicely around them cats, you snitch on me?
They find your ass out back
Bein chewed on by the pigeons and the rats
Hollow your body, and that's a fact black
Fo' sure
You not an MC, youse a rapper
Fashion yourself, after Hollywood actors
I ain't hatin on your progression though
Cause for two years now your skills have been in recession yo
No aggression, no passion, no heart
That's when shit, starts to fall apart
More money, more security
Out of touch nigga you can't even feel me
Deadbeat nigga owe money to your kids
That's just the way it is, the way it is

(Chorus)
{*"And this is the way.. the way.."} - {*"The way it is"*}
{*"Now I'm back with the flyest material" - Erick Sermon*}
{*"And this is the way.. the way.."} - {*"The way it is"*}
{*"I got plans for this rap game"*}
{*"And this is the way.. the way.."} - {*"The way it is"*}
{*"The look in my eye punk, has got you scared of me" - Guru*}
{*"And this is the way.. the way.."} - {*"The way it is"*}
{*"The way it is"*}

(Big Shug)
Lil' mane, playin the blame game
Can't take the weight, blame it on your mayne
Sound like a bitch, a-gain in the game
When shit's goin smooth you go against the grain
Fake cuckoo, like you goin insane
But won't hold a gun to your motherfuckin brain
You used to be so right, you used to be so tight
Now I wanna knock out your fuckin lights
Fright night nigga, scared of your own shadow
You, you, yes you, you wanna battle?
I'll eat your ass up and stuff you in a barrel
Crush up your bones and feed the pits the marrow
Serious biz, I got out for the scriz
That's just the way it is, the way it is

{*"And this is the way.. the way.. the way.." - Run*}

(Chorus)

(Big Shug)
Dat's your wife? I know niggaz that hit that
While you were bangin backs they was blowin out her back
This is wack, cause this is not on the low
But you like Mario, you don't wanna know
Trick like crazy, bills rather large
You go back to the crib screamin like you in charge
I'm in that black car smokin blunts in your yard
Suspect, no guts to be hard
Take you to the river tie your ass to the log
Better yet, how about splittin your wig
That's just the way it is, the way it is

{*"And this is the way.. the way.." - Run*}

Yeah this is Big Shug baby, wait no more
This is definitely a sure shot
Holdin it down for the Gang Starr Foundation
Team Shug, and all those
My man T. West, Singapore
My man Guru, Primo! Holdin me down
This is how we move it, CL, this is the one for you man
We gon' take it to the top
That's the way it is {*echoes*}