Testo Druglord Superstar - MC Lyte
Testo della canzone Druglord Superstar (MC Lyte), tratta dall'album Hip Hop & RnB Memories, Vol. 2
I got a new gig, here you come again, kid
Fresh out the door, done did your bid
But you can't stay here no more, not in this crib
Not with the foul way that you used to live
I remember you would take long trips on the first of the month
Not giving a fuck about what I want
Shit, hey, nigga, chill, fuck that nigga
Smoke this shit right here, count to ten, it's all good
The day that you left, I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed
'Cause of your fucking death wish
Broken glass everywhere
'Cause a motherfucker like you just didn't care
Got my shit shot up, had to buy a new body for my Benz
'Cause of your wild-ass friends
Years ago when you started on the scene
Back and forth, smuggling shit from the Caribbean
It was you and your boy Dunn making them suicide runs
But it was all in fun
'Til Dunn tried to run with half of your cut
Now your boss is looking at you, saying, "What the fuck is up?"
But you say fuck him, you can start your own ring and thing
Besides, you got a lot of peeps to swing
Now you got eight men working seven days a week
Two be the runners, five on the street
One be the sidekick, the right hand
You know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man?
They'd kill to be where you are, yeah
(Who is that?) The drug lord superstar
Sometimes you gotta give a little to get a little
(And other times I get stuck in the middle)
I'm fed up, I can't take it no more
(See, I'm busting at the next nigga knocking on my door)
Sometimes you gotta give a little to get a little
(And other times I get stuck in the middle)
I'm fed up, I can't take it no more
(See, I'm busting on the next nigga knocking at my door)
You got a new crib, new truck, new car
Trying to fit in, throwing parties for them big tight rap stars
But on the other side of town, shit is getting hot
Your man got shot and they blew up your tree spot
On 125th and St. Nick, shit is getting thick
Your boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick
Now he's exiled, you're down to six motherfuckers
And three of them motherfuckers is nothing but suckers
I got the feds at my door, wanna know, do I know a Black?
Now I ain't never called you no shit like that
I'm fed up, I can't take it no more
You see, I'm blazing at the next nigga knocking at my door
I heard you on the run now, D is in the penile
Ratted your ass out and gave the what, when and how
They all kill to be where you are
(That's right), mm (what's that?), the drug lord superstar
Sometimes you gotta give a little to get a little
(And other times I get stuck in the middle)
I'm fed up, I can't take it no more
(See, I'm busting on the next nigga knocking at my door)
Sometimes you gotta give a little to get a little
(And other times I get stuck in the middle)
I'm fed up, I can't take it no more
(See, I'm busting on the next nigga knocking at my door)
They found a body in the sand, it was Papi, your man
With his eyes dug out and black engraved in his hand
What's up with that? Looks like your crew is going down
Word around is you're the ass in the biz
To let 'em kill your men off, you must be soft
Heard they shot up your car and ransacked your loft
Now you need a getaway, a place to hide
'Cause the man done snitched on the inside
You was on the run like a slave back in the days
You must've been nodding when they said crime don't pay
I got a new gig, here you come again, kid
Fresh out the door, done did your bid
But you can't stay here no more, not in this crib
Not with the foul way that you choose to live
Motherfucker, you know what?
Just take your shit, alright?
Just take it 'cause I'm sick of the shit
(That's right, motherfucker, get your motherfucking shoes)
Just take it, I don't know who the fuck you think you are
(And all that shit, you don't need your punk ass)
You can just come back here and try to enter my life
(Let me get the fuck out)
Like I need you, why don't you?
I'm through with you, motherfucker, just get out
(Ay, ay, ay, want me to go get the motherfucking gun?)
You gave me too much heartache, too much shit I had to go through
(Ay, ay, what? You want me to go get the gun?)
I can't do it no more
(We ain't gonna bust on that motherfucker, pussy-ass nigga)
(He ain't shit no motherfucking way, fuck him)
(Come on)
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