Blowin’ Up the Spot Gang Starr

[Verse 1]
Ah, so now ya got me pissed off, blast off, lift off
Time for me to twist off a vocal fist off
Into your dome piece, home piece
I heard your chick wants to bone me
I get wild like rugby, respected like Bugsy
Don't even ask me 'cause I'm livin' lovely
Born to succeed, foes bleed, true indeed
The oral combat will romp that, you're one of my seeds
When I first busted on the scene
Nigga, you knew I had more than a gangster lean
I mean, my lean is gangster, though, so check it
I'll stick an MC for his spot and sign in blood on his wack record
Boo-ya-ka, to your face as I ruin ya
Clown ya, dumbfound ya, while I'm screwin' the
Fuck out your girl as she steps into my world
I'm not the tallest, but that ass, I'll polish
And if the hooker runs her mouth, she gets cut off
But then you'll sweat her, 'cause like my leather, you're butter soft
Your style stinks, kid, you're garbage
And if you keep talkin shit, I'ma make you pay homage
'Cause the G to the U to the R-U came too far to
Let you slide through, rhymes will scar you
And who the fuck are you anyway?
I catch more wreck in a minute than if you rhyme for ten days
Throw the cash in the pot
You better dash, nigga, 'cause I'm blowin up the spot