[Intro]
Greg N-I-C-E
Greg N-I-C-E

[Intro: Greg Nice]
Aw, yeah, it's another Gang Starr sure shot, uh
Featurin' the one and only, handle it, handle it, Roy
Nice & Smooth
Gang Starr has gots to be the sure shot
Nice & Smooth has gots to be the sure shot
Gang Starr has gots to be the sure shot
Nice & Smooth has gots to be the sure shot
Hey, hey, hey, hey

[Verse 1: Greg Nice]
Greg Nice, Greg N-I-C-E
Dame un beso, ah, oui, oui
Rock for a fee, not for free
Maybe I'll do it for charity
Now my employer or my employee
Is makin' Greg N-I-C-E very M-A-D
Don't ever, ever think of jerkin' me
I work too hard for my royalty
Put lead in your ass and drink a cup of tea
Peace to Red Alert and Kid Capri
Ooh, la, la, ah, oui, oui
I say Muhammad Ali, you say Cassius Clay
I say butter, you say Parkay
It's alright if you wanna make a sway
I'm away uptown, took the deuce to the tre
I originate, they duplicate
I praise the Lord and keep the faith
It's alright, keep bitin' at the bait
'92, uh, one year later
Peace out, Premier, take me out with the fader
[Interlude]
Oka-yay
Step up
O-o-oka-ay
Step up
O-o-o-oka-ay
Step up
H-here it-here it is

[Verse 2: Guru]
I chant, "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe"
I wreck the mic like a pimp pimps hoes
Here's how it goes, I am a genius, I mean this
I shape this, you'll tape this, I'm kind of fiendish
You wish that you could come into my neighborhood
Meanin' my mental state, still I'm five foot eight
Crazy as I wanna be 'cause I make it orderly
You could say I'm sort of the boss, so get lost
The brother who will make you change opinions
Dominions, I'm in them when it's time to kick shit from the heart
Plus, I get a piece of the action
Feelin' satisfaction from the street crowd reaction
Chumps pull guns when they feel afraid
Too late, when they dip in the kick, they get sprayed
Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is
I get more props and stunts than Bruce Willis
A poet like Langston Hughes and can't lose
When I cruise out on the expressway
Leavin' the bodega, I say "Suavé"
Premier's got more beats than barns got hay
Clips are inserted into my gun
So I can take the money, never have to run
[Interlude]
Smooth B
Smooth B
Smooth B
Smooth B

[Verse 3: Smooth B]
Yo, Keithy E, I left my Phillie at home, do you have another?
I wanna get blunted, my brother
Now, may I make a mark, then make a spark
Over this phat track, or should I say dope beat?
Subtract, delete
All of the wick-wack that wanna be abstract
But they lack the new knack that's comin' from way, way back
Ayo, Premier, please pass that buddha sack
You heard we quit? No way, bullshit
I told you before, we come back with more hits
I provide bright flavor, so you can sketch me
Do me a favor, don't try to catch me
Slightly ahead of the game, I'm not a lame
Ask him, he'll tell you the same, he knows my name
Smooth, I drop jewels like paraphernalia
I'm infallible, not into failure
Like a rhinoceros, my speed is prosperous
And pure knowledge expands from my esophagus
I write in the night to bring truth to the light
My dialogue is my own 'cause Smooth B will never bite
[Outro: Smooth B]
After the tour quits, I come back with more hits
After the tour quits, I come back with more hits
After the tour quits, I come back— come back— come back— come back— come back with more hits