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| 2. |
| 4:25 | 
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Man man, look up at the sky All the stars man, the stars is beautiful tonight Look at em! Ghetto superstar, that is what you are Comin from afar, reachin for the stars Run away with me, to another place We can rely on each other, uh-huh From one corner, to another, uh-huh Uh, yeah, yo, yo Some got, hopes and dreams, we got, ways and means The surpreme dream team, always up with the schemes From hubcaps to sellin raps, name your theme My rise to the top, floatin on this cream Who the hell wanna stop me, I hated those who doubt me A million ReFugees with unlimited warranties Black Ceasar, dating top skeezers Diplomatic legalese, no time for a Visa They just begun, I'ma shoot them one by one Got five sides to me, somethin like a pentagon Strike with the forces of King Solomon Lettin bygones be bygones, and so on, and so on I'ma teach this cat, how to live in the ghetto Keepin it retro-spective from the get go Lay low, let my mind shine like a halo P-P-Politic with ghetto senators on the deelow One two, and you don't stop, yo My eyes is sore, bein a senator Behind closed doors hittin truth to the seafloor The rich go North ignore, the tug of war While the kids are poor, open new and better drug stores So I became hardcore, couldn't take it no more I'ma reveal EVERYTHING, change the law I find myself, walkin the streets Tryin to find what's really goin on in the streets Yea, yo, yo, yo Now every dog got his day, needless to say When the chief away that's when them cats want to play I told you, mess around you fools like Cassius Clay Stretch my heater make you do a pas de bourree Kick your balls like Pele, pick em doin ballet Peak like Dante, broader than Broadway Get applause like a matador, cry yellin !Ole! Who the hell wanna save me, from B.K., to Cali Come on Yeah... yo, yeah Just when you thought it was safe in a common place Showcase your finest is losin fast in the horse race Two faced, gettin defaced, out like Scarface Throw your roll money, let me put on my screwface Well I'm paranoid at the things I said Wonderin what's the penalty from day to day, I'm hangin out partyin with girls that never die, you see I was pickin on the small fries, my campaign tellin lies Was just spreadin my love, didn't know my love was the one holdin the gun and the glove But it's all good as long as it's understood It's all together now, in the hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh Yeah All Stars, yeah yeah yeah Sing it baby, sing it babyeeeeeeeeee To another, aheoehahahahhhhhhhhh Yeahhhh, heeeee, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh |
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| 3. |
| 4:08 |
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| 4. |
| 4:25 |
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| 5. |
| 4:33 |
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| 6. |
| 4:13 |
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Burst, better run, better run for your life! Burst, break, run, jet, flee, boogey, move, be audi (yo) Slide, duck, dip, bounce, be ghost, escape, blazini, poof The Genie, disappear, cast out like they ain't seen me (yo) ... (Yo) Burst! Put the gear in the ignition first it spark my transmission I'm gear shiftin, fast lane switchin, tryin to ditch em Escape, I got the briefcase full of papers Plus the microtape of all the secret society snakes Recordings, plan how they want to destroy the black man and take every square inch of land and kill the Wu Clan What the fuck? My four hundred horsepower truck High speed with the Ironman CD turned all the way up Shots fired in back of me, they practically hit my tire Though I smell smoke, I hope my engine ain't on fire Pulled off the road, hope this damn truck won't explode Felt like The Saint from the last James Bond episode Drivin sixty miles per hour through weed trees and dead flowers Bust the overdrive, couldn't control the power Pushin through bushes, mud, bugs Covered the front and back windshield like carwash suds I couldn't sleep, I knew these niggaz was gainin on me I tried to bust a 360, I crashed into a tree It felt like a bulldozer, knocked my ass over I fell out the Rover, grabbed the briefcase ran over to a log cabin, had a sign posted DO NOT ENTER I bust through the door my body got cut up with splinters I ain't give a FUCK, tryin to find somewhere to duck Ahh, ahh, uhhhhh, ahh and catch my breath, count how many shots I had left My clip was full, the first nigga walk through I'm gonna pull It was Ivan Korlof, he came through with a sawed off Bust the cannon shot and tore the rest of the fuckin door off Burst, break, run, jet, flee, boogey, move, be audi Slide, duck, dip, bounce, be ghost, escape, blazini, poof The Genie, disappear, cast out like they ain't seen me Killer Bee, fast lamborghini ( ) Junk turned fragments scattered in all direction One grazed me, on my kneecap but didn't faze me ?Count Latree? jumped up, I fired back My four-four snub slug, dug a hole in his head like Dig Dug, partner crashes in with the infrared precision shots, just missin Night vision goggles, shit had me boggled Forty-Four mag, was too much to swallow Held the briefcase in front of my face, jumped through the window Daring, got up and went like Dr. Kimball I burst, broke, ran, jetted, fleed, boogied, moved, was audi Slid, ducked, dipped, bounced, ghost, escaped, blazini, poof The Genie, disappear, niggaz out like they ain't seen me Killer Bee move with the speed of lamborghini Bobby Steels on the track, word up Bout to escape with the tape Word up |
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| 7. |
| 3:51 |
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Eve of destruction rocks the nation
Eve of destruction rocks the nation (scratches and beat comes in) You niggaz capitalize on liessurprise open your eyes Baby girl from Illadel hear to enhance your lives Doubted my skillsbet you mad nowshoulda snatched me up I'm in L.A. now with Dre now Ain't comin' back cuz I'm stuck Had enough of all the bullshit and sellin' me dreams Had enough of fake cats tryin' to shine off these schemes But I'm laughin' last, down to get this cash with the Aftermath You happy being local superstar showin' ya ass I'm talkin' mo shit, but how you politickin' moves an' I crept to the top, shouldn't-a let me catch you snoozin' Me and my management team, laughin' at you while we cruisin' Cuz we ain't got nuttin' to do none of the choices you be choosin' It's the eve of destruction, tracks I be fuckin' Cats be fascinated by the styles I be bustin' Got you niggaz open, got you niggaz lustin' Knockin' emcees on they backs causin' lyrical concussions ( ) (Reggae melody) I wonder who, which one a dem a carry news An' a gwan like set, they wan dis-dis ya crew But the lie, other emcees dem ready die When we grab the microphone and praise his like Selassie Me say me walk like walk like a champion Talk like a champion Emcees try fi test but dem no ready fi di outcome Guard your windows, close your doors Fuck that, hide your pens and lock your jaws Dig that? My verbal skills should be against the law You wit' that? Now light a spliff for the hip-hop cause Lemme hit that, smell the fear, you made me attack You caused your own extermination not knowing how to act I thought I warned you not to make me mad You just wouldn't listen Now you hidin' and duckin', prolongin' your hip-hop lenchin' Talkin' shit got in too deep and huh... Caught you niggaz sleepin' huh? Feelin' real fucked up cuz you couldn't catch me creepin' huh? ( ) You little bustas make me sick wit' the dumb shit Spreadin' rumors like business Can't turn my back on none a ya'll Probably wind up in stitches Jealous itches ya'll can't scratch, irritate your existence Tryin' to teach your way in this race Knowin' you can't go the distance Runnin' up against the thoroughbred outlastin' you all No matter how you train gon' set your self up to fall Cuz I got stamina, I go as long as you need Coulda seen a million bitches rhyme but you'll remember me I be the...new choice of the rap generation You know my name nigga, basically you my creation Not greater than the average man but I'm top choice Kill competition when they listen just by the sound of my voice ( ) to out |
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| 4:37 |
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| 9. |
| 4:55 |
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| 10. |
| 3:31 |
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| 11. |
| 4:00 |
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Crack backs heavy on the cash all night at the drug site we hung tight three o'clock in the night ounces of coke dirty kicks money gets low in the street yo tough times nickles thats bigger than dimes you know the flavor ruffneck city ain't nothin sweet kid ain't nothin pretty New York be poppin the cork on crime look at the nine summertime in the court house ??? shit whats mine two to four three to nine benatoned it what we all ran coke grams, you outta luck young bucks carrying gats, stay fat for what we all slipped through the po-nig nobody bust freeze, we in the breeze with the blunts nobody drop the trees or they fronts meet on the roof look off the front play low watch out for po-po thats how it go three in the whip, we not lagit though, run for the gusto peep Marcel and Brown comin around dippin the logo run! if you ever got somethin on you son you best a run, be off the set, bounce on the projects cease another vick, weed in your piss and parol gotsta have it slide like a rabbit move quick this is it hang jump from the fire escape, I made it drop the clip fingerprints all on it, ah fuck the bulets I'm losin my pants, I advance in my speed, succeed in my travel dance on em, in a fucked up whip, make my heart skip caught up in the drug traffic I astounded by the outfit one twentieth tried to knock my whole click run! these black boys that take none don't cop out shit, take the three six and add that shit run!... if you ever pack a nice size gun run!... if you sell drugs to your dun run!... be the fuck out word god run hard Beetween two cars we park, pepper got sparked in the dark heads scramble at the six ooh spys lookin at you one two lookin too how you roll what you stole let me see you nah fuck you, if you wasn't a cop I might bust you, I don't trust you coppers lust over my crew, forget a curfew we gather in the plaza to jerk through three sixty with the crime waves modern day slave first one to peel, it's not real plant that as a matter of fact we crack em down us against brown,run fast like you ran track never look back push the Acc on the sidewalk crash, toss the heat and tear ass zig zag till you reach your stash run!...if you sell drugs to your dun run!...be the fuck out word to god run hard me and the god back to back one eighty five and the four five survive that shit niggas came even though I seen you rollin there bowlin in green kid this cream'll get you rocked, knocked if you don't run don't grab my jacket dun get the fuck off, break north or go to jail, word life is trife, on the block it's too hot you got my man shot, nigga run we wylin on Staten Island it's one thing bein in the bing and not smilin on the gate it's too late fate held you over, jakes runnin for snakes the white rover, with the plates burn down Gee street comin from outta state, see me in the drivers seat coolin without the I.D., it's not me babylon to the god, D-I-V-I-N-E Run!...if you sell drugs to the dun Run!...be the fuck out, word to god run hard |
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| 3:32 |
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| 13. |
| 3:26 |
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| 14. |
| 4:06 |
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