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Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah, yeahFor niggaz up in they mom's crib listeninTo this unadulterated Nas shit wishin it was themInstead of, me on this track on this beach with palm treesDrinks with umbrellas straws telling it rawJungle of concrete killers and snakes I was amongst thatBundles of crack through this funnel that's blackI want you to vision through my telescope see the hell I wroteIt's Reynolds when I Wrap it like a envelope packageAnd they was into dope back thenNumbers, pimpin and robbin, well they still robbin and pimpinBut it's small change compared to hip hoppinAnd did I mention millions because of lip poppinTrips expensive gift shoppin whip drivinBenzes, Jeeps, see, them and they bitch got oneIt's shockin - you thinkin "naw it's just rhymin"But all this time it's like organized criminFor instance, there was a time when there was a lineBetween streets and business, but now peep how it's mixed inThe beef is now sickenin, everybody got paperWords of power, because of it the cops hate yaThe government watchin all of those who thuggin itThey wanna lock us up cause they kids are lovin itNot knowin that most rappers are straight assAnd shots ring out, whenever we clash it's Star WarsWe call it Star WarsWhat happens when the shots ring out? It's called Star WarsWe call it Star WarsCaviar never, I rather the Cajun blackenCatfish no snails simple nigga to pleaseMet a bad bitch dimples in her cheeksShe remembers Busy B battles when it was peaceCaught myself driftin in thought, cause now it's different I thoughtNiggaz was raised off the shit I recordLike I was brought up off that Planet RockKurtis Blow, James Todd Smith, Shan and Scott LaRock in the jamsWhy would they fuck with a don? Jehovah witnessHim and his co-defendants, I eat 'em like Lucky CharmsWith two percent low fat milk, five percent pro black builtIt's nothin mother had him motherfuck himI don't think about it niggaz talkin there's a lot of gossipThat I'm a prophet or I can't go back to my projectsCan I? Does a plant grow from a pot? yesDo trees grow from a forest MC's y'all are clitorisY'all niggaz roll with any click that's winnin any crewDoin whatever's trendy, even envy me tooAin't enough room in this townWhat is beef between ghetto word spitters with crowns, Star WarsCause this is Star Wars, shots ring out everywhere, Star WarsCause this is Star Wars, shots ring outThis ain't, no Oscars or MTV or Joan Rivers fashion policeNot what you read in tabloid sheetsThese are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit itBecause the game was supposed to be sold we live itCame from the streets we the voice of the youthAmerica's nightmare was given a the mic boothNike boots, leathers and jean, jewelry, cribs and carsRappers not dependin on your nine to five jobsEntertainment, this is our world this is our languageDifferent regions speakin east and west gang shitYou got your positive shit like, Common SenseBut even he had drama with the Don Mega CubeAcknowledge the words get twisted at times it's rulesWhat you think is different from the block whenever we feudFuck your pictures and your plaques your tours and autographsDon't trust bitches and niggaz who tell you you're all of thatCause, they'll be in your enemies face, sayin it's safeTo run in your release party sprayin the placeOr catch you when you least on point, putting your keys in the doorBehind you with your seeds in Kay Bee Toys storeMaybe the words get disrespectful now your niggaz check you"You 'gon let that nigga play you? you know we 'gon rep you"Next mornin every news channel and front pageHeadlines: another rapper was slayed. this is Star Wars

Channel: Music Uploaded: November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am Author: dalandizzle

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