Discipline feat. Gang Starr Lyrics
"Discipline"

Yo... just because I want to it don't mean I will
And just because I'm angry it don't mean I'd kill
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 gassed
And just because I'm rappin', don't mean I chase ass
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 somethin' 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, yappin' bout, "How the fuck did I get here?

Who the hell is this stranger, starin' all in my face?"
Now you wishin' you hadn't positioned yourself, in that place
Think just in case you shoulda took more precaution
A good time can become a nightmare so often

Like this nigga I know, that met these chicks on tour
They rocked him to sleep, robbed his ass for cash galore
Skated off in the night, without a trace or a hint
Scheamin' tantalizin' him, dressed up in lace and shit

Caught that kid out there, all high and dumbfounded
Made him think he was gettin' some pussy
He just knew he was gonna pound it
Situations like this, will make you think twice
That's why instead of preachin' death in my songs, I breathe life

[Chorus]
Baby won't you take the time (take the time)
Let me know what's on your mind (your mind)
Just because I'm yours don't make it right
(don't make it right)

Baby won't you take the time
Let me know what's on your mind (I'm waiting..)
Slow down baby now let's make it right (on your love..)
Tycoon thug, he made a ten thousand dollar investment

Now he's not to be messed with, makes the girls get undressed quick
He's on some big muscled chest shit, posted by the exit
That's my man, he's the owner, yeah he be on some next shit
Said we'll make a few million by the next millennium

Told me to keep droppin' jewels like a triggerman, puttin' lead in him
Like Flavor said, I tell these hoes to, kill 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 of preachin' death in my songs, I breathe life

[Chorus]

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 who be spendin' cabbage and buyin' stuff

However, don't be too 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 fuckin' time
Coppin' me some Timberland with a jacket to match it
Girls nowadays want to 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 death in my songs, 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 kill
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 gassed
And just because I'm rappin, don't mean I chase ass
And just because I'm whylin, don't mean I can't stop
I got discipline baby whether you do or not

[Chorus]