It's mostly tha voice  that gets you up  
 It's mostly tha voice  that makes you buck  
 A lot of rappers got flavor  and some got skills  
 But if your voice ain't dope then you need to [chill... chill... ]  
 Up steps one  and he gets done  
 Then up steps another  he gets smothered  
 That's word to mother  or should I say moms  
 I drop bombs  scorchin niggaz like napalm  
 Sucka  boy  get off my shit  
 Get off my dick so what I make butter hits  
 You better change your behavior, battling Gangstarr  
 No religion could save ya  
 My religion is rap, R-A-P  
 R-E-A-L-I-T-Y, G  
 Cause when I rock street kids rejoice  
 I got mad rhymes, still  
 Refrain  
 So when you think you know the whole you don't even know the half  
 You're not a threat to myself, and neither to my staff  
 Not the type to really dance too much, although I used to  
 Rather bust a fresh line, and get loose to  
 The blunted ill types of beats Premier makes  
 Makes your girl's rear shake, let me set it straight  
 Refrain  
 Some rappers use hooks to this shit  
 But if you took that shit out  
 and you took all the music out  
 What would remain? The voice no doubt  
 Bless my soul I control  
 when in pimp mode  
 My bank roll expands  
 I invest in my man  
 I plan, to keep rap real  
 so if your shit ain't fat then kneel  
 You squeal, feeling pain from my oral flex  
 what about oral sex, which chick's next  
 To open wide and get a chunk from a real brother  
 Yeah, some real funk from a real brother  
 They get sprung and most of them don't recover  
 But I don't diss em I just talk to em  
 Cause the sound, of my voice, it does a lot to em  
 So you and, the niggaz right there  
 Be aware, like SWV, I'm right here  
 Waitin to correct your ass  
 And if you don't follow now I'll disrespect your ass  
 More Vicious than Sid, do a crime with no bid  
 I tell a bitch that I didn't when you know that I did  
 Take a trip to a land a-far  
 Then come back, and people still know Gangstarr  
 See I'm the ladies choice  
 Cause I got crazy styles, still  
 Refrain  
 Outro: Guru, Shug  
 Oh shit Shug, whattup  
 [Whassup money?]  
 Just loungin, about to go do this shit in the studio  
 [Oh yeah, you just let me get on that shit  
 You always said I could get on, you need to let me get on that]  
 Word?  
 [For real man]  
 Yo man  
 [Don't front on that shit]  
 I'm sayin yo, if I let you get busy, youknowhatI'msayin  
 you can't be dissapointin me  
 [I flip shit, I'ma flip shit on this]  
 Aight man, let's go