Gang Starr

Original bladhead Crooklynite, rudeboy instructor
I came back to lay down law, motherfucker
Ill crush you, because you appear to be a sucker
One more false move, Ill grab my toast and Ill bust ya
And you, stop talking shit and pass the L
Got mad clientel, real niggas know me well
Other rappers go on tour and stay in their hotels
Me and my boys, were as true as they come, son
We come from some ill life experience and take rap serious
Im curious about the fakers and the frauds
About the silly-ass broad and about all the bullshit going on
So when I step into the club I come hardcore
Rip the mic to shreds plus skunk before encore
And after that I just max (max)
Like Max Julien Im the authentic Mack
So just relax, and keep the cuts like a lance
We gots no worries, we get the dough in advance
Got to get the dough, got to run the show [x4]
Watch me, I got the bitch chumps on the spot, G
And when I rock these fly honeys want to jock me
So copy this one son, you fucking biter
Shut the hell up, youre damn right I dont like ya
Ill spit on your style, shit on your crew with a smile
Fucks no, you aint wild, weve been in your file
You fantasy ruffneck, go bluff with your tec
But youd better show respect or blood will drip like sweat
Check yourself because now theres doo doo in your pants
I enhance the dance and get the loot in advance
Got to get the dough, got to run the show [x4]
"Doe in Advance" is the name of this tune
You know whats up hops, GangStarrs in the room
Soon youll feel the boom of masterpiece from the East
Nuff respect to where youre from, just dont act dumb
We drop the shit thats classic, you cant surpass it
We lasted, and now we run shit, you bastard
Im like an ambush, moving on you quick
Got more depth than shallow rappers cause my game is thick
A thousand MCs in a week I subtract
Cause the markets oversaturated with scrub acts
Who wants to try next, and who wants to die next?
Im vexed with motherfuckers, whose dome should I fly next?
Up from the alley, now the riches I acquire
Cats are coming by the wire, rhymes are chariots of fire
Call me the don, call me the man, or call me sir
But never forget this nigga knows the score
For cometition, yo theres no fucking chance
My troop is popping through clocking dough in advance
Got to get the dough, got to run the show [x4]
[ Doe In Advance Lyrics ]