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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,109
Peak in subgenre #567
Author
A Dub
Uploaded
January 13, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 1.7 MB • 128 kbps • 1:51
Lyrics
They needed that crack… to bring the fiends right back//
So they let a nigga spit a little… dope on the track//
Fans got crazy… got the addicts on his back//
Getting blowed on his rap… when he’d open his trap//
Spit about straps… and how he was all that//
Had the whole world… eatin out the palm of his hand//
Fantasy achieved… he landing the big cheese//
Models with DD’s… and the range was all black//
No time for peace… shows every week//
Concerts putting holes… in the soles of his feet//
Still he would bleed… lyrics, then party//
While his soul got sold… for paper and cds//
Laced with the idea… he was makin it easy//
He sick with the disease… he needin a IV//
Wouldn’t eat… meals he was duckin like Ali//
Till the nigga looked skinny… as India Arie//
For the bucks imma stay… that’s what a dummy’d say//
Had to ease out runaway… fight some other day//
Now they want his head on a plate…
Tryna make shit go down… like they from the A//
Neva thought this’d b the whole nine yard//
Nightmares spawned where the mic lights on… but at last he’s a super star//
What you do you do for the gold… would you sell your soul///
And I jus wanna know… I gotta a deal for yall//
Jus sign right here… the money aint far//
And if you roll with us you’ll be a super star
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