Gang Starr - Discipline lyrics

(GURU) Yo, just because I want to, it don't mean I will And just because I'm angry, it don't mean I'd k** And just because she looks good, it don't mean I'd hit it And just because I'm horny, it don't mean i'm widdit Just because I make records, don't mean that I'm ga**ed And just because I'm rapping, don't mean I chase a** Just because I'm whylin, don't mean I can't stop I got discipline baby and I use it a lot People here's something that you should be considerin Things could turn bitter when, you don't use discipline You might wake up the next day upset and in fear Buggin out, yapping bout, "How the f**k did i get here? Who the hell is this stranger, starin all in my face?" Now you wish you hadn't positioned yourself in that place Think just in case you should took more precaution A good time can become a nightmare so often Like this n***a I know, that met these chicks on tour They rocked him to sleep, robbed his a** for cash galore Skated off in the night, without a trace or a hint Scheamin tantalizin him, dressed up in lace and sh** Caught that kid out there, all high and dumbfounded Made him think he was gettin some p**y He just knew he was gonna pound it Situations like this, will make you think twice That's why instead of preaching d**h in my songs, I breathe life CHORUS: (TOTAL) Baby won't you take the time (take the time) Let me know what's on your mind (on your mind) Just because I'm yours don't make it right (don't make it right) Baby won't you take the time (bay-bee...) Let me know what's on your mind (I'm waiting..) Slow down baby, now let's make it right (on your love..) (I like you..) (GURU) Tycoon thug, he made me a ten thousand dollar investment Now he's not to be messed with, make the girls get undressed quick He's on some big muscled chest sh**, posted by the exit That's my man, he's the owner, yeah he be on some next sh** Said we'd make a few million by the next millenium Told me to keep dropping j**els like a triggerman, puttin lead in him Like Flavor said, I tell these hoes to k** the noise You know your pops told you, watch them New York boys All night, the ladies be like up in my mug Tranquilin and trance dancin up in my drug Fly honies, they hold me down like always The same cat that used to get blunted down in the hallways I love the cutie pies, never the zootie pies I got discipline, I want the crew to rise Situations like this'll make you think twice Instead on preachin d**h in my songs, I breathe life CHORUS (GURU) Ladies, here's somethin that we should be considerin Things could get bitter when, you don't use discipline Imaginin yourself livin lavish and plush Hangin with the cat whose spendin cabbage and buyin stuff However don't be clever with your endeavor And don't let too many men receive your treasure Most cats be thinkin with they bozack I admit in the past I was tryin to break these hoes backs Escape, without givin up a dime You know them fly ladies had a good f**kin time Coppin me some Timberland with a jacket to match it Girls nowadays wanna pigeon for chicken scratch And I ain't givin up nathan Long as my game expands, it's my discipline to hate 'em Situations like this, will make you think twice That's why instead of preachin d**h, I breathe life And just because I want to, it don't mean I will And just because I'm angry, it don't mean I'd k** And just because she looks good, it don't mean I'd hit it And just because I'm horny, it don't mean I'm widdit Just because I make records, don't mean that I'm ga**ed And just because I'm rapping, don't mean I chase a** And just because I'm whylin, don't mean I can't stop I got discipline baby, whether you do or not CHORUS