Same Team, No Games

[DJ Premier scratch: "Let the games begin" - WC]

[Verse 1: Panchi]

Yo, do the knowledge to the master builder blowin' the spliff

The new millennium, Hiram Abiff

Gotta watch what I say to you niggas so I code my 'sation

'Cause the shit ain't really pass the statute of limitations

The streets still holler about how strong I am

Niggas I hurt still holler about how wrong I am

As a little nigga broke, baking soda and coke

Had me amazed how my steady hand kept it afloat

Let it sit, cool and harden, hit the set cool and heartless

In front of the store projects, as long as I made a profit

I see you eyeing me, your fire escape diary

Filled with pages of episodes of shying me

Nonbeliever, my hammer for hire

Hit your ass so close that your coat will catch fire

Dog, the stakes are dire, I'm no liar

Holdin' court in the street, B, 'cause I got priors

[Verse 2: Shiggy Sha]

Same team no games, these chicks that blow brains

Rather watch Soul Train than corners rocking cocaine

Got no shame, trying to build these figures

HeadQCourterz left, he ain't gone, he still with us

Not in the physical, through us he live

I can see him with Big L, Pun, Pac and BIG

Watching over the kid like "Yeah, Shigg, the wait's over"

Inhale that Ether, blow out and Takeover

I'm the truth; give you proof at your video shoot

Pull them cannons on you while them cameras on you

How you love that?

Don't wanna bump with Stax

So go ahead, dumb up, make me call Krumb up

"It's the Militia"

Y'all niggas don't know about I

Got me heated, frustrated, about to blow my high

Me and Panch blazing, Rave got the gauge raising

Sick of talking about it, niggas ain’t on my wavelength

[Verse 3: Hannibal Staxx]

United we stand together, down for whatever

Divided we get at you from all angles

Gang Starr forbid, NYG'z, same team no game

Love is love, fam, one in the same

Funny style niggas act strange, going against the grain

Don't want to see us on top of our thing? We adapt to change

Fame, fortune and material game, flow stay natural unrestrained

Let me explain, niggas don't get it 'til you set it aflame

Subject them to pain, make them respect the name

The set you rep, connect you play stay ready to bang

Steps ahead of competitors, they'll test your aim

H. Staxx shoot back, splat, dead your brain

My foundation bust gats, splat, dead your brain

Fuck with mine, splat, not take the blame

Playin' for keeps, we came to win

[Verse 4: Guru]

Yo, I'm the Jerry Rice to this, much too nice to quit

And just so you know, we never liked you, kid

'Cause you ain't wanna let niggas eat

So I'mma convene with my team before we gotta let the trigger speak

'Cause nowadays, y'all rappers are carbon copies

Your bars are sloppy, still it's hard to stop me

Especially when I connect with my man, rep with my fam

We taking back the rest of our land

And we don't really care if they say you're the shit

They playing your hits, we about to make our way in this bitch

And let's see if your gimmick last until the next season

In a flash, take your stupid ass out, give me the next reason

Flip for my peoples here, spit for my peoples here

Yeah, time to get rich with my peoples here

Cut off a snake's head, then we break bread

Same team, no games, you on the ground trying to fake dead

[DJ Premier scratch: "Let the games begin" - WC]