Dwyck feat. Nice & Smooth

Greg Nice：

Aww yeah, it’s another Gang Starr sure shot, uh!

Featuring the one and only, handl’it handl’it, Roy, Nice & Smooth

Hey, Gang Starr has gots to be the sure shot

Nice & Smooth has gots to be the sure shot

Gang Starr has gots to be the sure shot

Nice & Smooth has gots to be the sure shot

Greg Nice! Greg N-I-C-E

Dame un beso, ah oui oui

Rock for a fee, not for free

Maybe I'll do it for charity

Now my employer or my employee

Is making Greg N-I-C-E very M-A-D

Don't ever ever think of jerking me

I work too hard for my royalty

Put lead in your ass and drink a cup of tea

Peace to Red Alert and Kid Capri

Ooohh la la, ah oui oui

I say Muhammad Ali, you say Classius Clay

I say butter, you say Parkay

It's alright if you wanna make a sway

I'm away uptown, took the deuce to the tre

I originate, they duplicate

I praise the Lord and keep the faith

It's alright, keep biting at the bait

'92, uh! One year later

Peace out, Premier, take me out with the fader

Guru：

I chant 'eeny, meeny, miny, moe'

I wreck the mic like a pimp pimps hoes

Here's how it goes: I am a genius, I mean this

I shape this, you'll tape this, I'm kinda fiendish

You wish that you could come into my neighborhood

Meaning my mental state, still I'm 5-foot-8

Crazy as I wanna be, ‘cause I make it orderly

You could say I'm sorta the boss so get lost

The brother who will make you change opinions

Dominions, I'm in them when it's time to kick **** from

The heart, plus I get a piece of the action

Feeling satisfaction from the street crowd reaction

Chumps pull guns when they feel afraid

Too late, when they dip in the kick, they get sprayed

Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is

I get more props and stunts than Bruce Willis

A poet like Langston Hughes

And can't lose when I cruise out on the expressway

Leaving the bodega I say "suave"

Premier's got more beats than barns got hay

Clips are inserted into my gun

So I can take the money, never have to run

Smooth B：

Yo Keithy E, I left my Phillie at home, do you have another?

I wanna get blunted, my brother

Now, may I make a mark then make a spark

Over this phat track – or should I say **** beat?

Subtract, delete

All of the wick wack that wanna be abstract

But they lack the new knack that's coming from way way back

Hey yo, Premier, please pass that buddha sack

You heard we quit? No way, ********!

I told you before we come back with more hits

I provide bright flavor, so you can sketch me

Do me a favor, don't try to catch me

Slightly ahead of the game, I'm not a lame

Ask him, he'll tell you the same he knows my name

Smooth, I drop jewels like paraphernalia

I'm infallible, not into failure

Like a rhinoceros, my speed is prosperous

And pure knowledge expands from my esophagus

I write in the night to bring truth to the light

My dialogue is my own, ‘cause Smooth B will never bite

After the tour quits, I come back with more hits

After the tour quits, I come back with more hits

After the tour quits, I come back with more hits