Gang Starr: No more mr. Nice Guy

Punks will always scheme to, create a means to take my kindness, for weakness, cause they don't seem to respect my generosity, and what it's costin me is headaches, I don't like fakes, or people bossin me around You clown, it's time I beat you down You tried to play me betray me and slay me, and now you'll drown in the river, I'll give ya, reasons you should shiver Cause when I get to wreckin and deckin, I won't forgive ya You had the opportunity, for bein cool with me You stabbed me in the back you duck, and now you're soon to be disarmed, embalmed, I'll break off all your arms and then your legs, you'll beg, I'll crack you like a egg and spill your yolk, you joke, I'll duff you in the eye and you'll say, "Why?" And bleeding and pleading, you'll start to cry and I'll reply with a confident sigh, "There'll be no more Mr. Nice Guy" No More Mr. Nice Guy No More Mr. Nice Guy Yo ?, this is somethin that I wanna tell to you, sell to you and as I speak you girlies yell to your friends, "Yo it's him! He's shockin again!" This is the season for breezin with reason because I'm in, charge of the attack on suckers who just rap on wack track that lack that snap, while I just mack on Honies who look good and, they all want the wood in They push up, to get up close, to serve me puddin And I just tell em, "Look here, I am not a crook there" but I like to snatch em all, cause like a hook they're stuck struck, they tried to press their luck They wanna tease me and skeeze me and please me, to squeeze the bucks from my pocket that is bulging, I'm not indulging in lame games with phony dames, too busy buildin my fortress Score this, drink while I pour this I'm livin and givin my rhymes, so I'll ignore this Garbage you are runnin, I am not the one and you'll never get to vamp me tramp cause I'll be stunning your mind I'll sign, my name on your behind and cool you off like frost, I'm leary of the way you double cross Get lost, I'll tell you you are fly and say goodbye And burning and yearing you'll ask my why And I'll reply with a wink of an eye, "There'll be no more Mr. Nice Guy" No More Mr. Nice Guy No More Mr. Nice Guy Oh sure, you're, running back for me I'ma great you defeat you and beat you, show you the door Cause you ain't really welcome, you know you're seldom thinkin of your fellow man, but you still til them You wanna be a friend then, you keep pretendin You're two-faced, so you'll taste, just what I'm sendin POW, now, you're shaken sayin WOW You stare, you fear, my wrath is too severe I never let up so get up I'm fed up, and I don't care I'll duff you in the eye and you'll say, "Why?" While you're bleeding and pleading, you'll start to cry and I'll reply, "Either do or you die, cause there'll be no more Mr. Nice Guy" No More Mr. Nice Guy No More Mr. Nice Guy