Mc Lyte - Druglord Superstar Lyrics
Got a new gig, here you come again kidfresh out the dog, done did your bidbut you can't stay here no moreNot in this cribNot with the foul way that you used to liveI remember you would take long trips on the first of the monthnot giving a ***** about what I wantBreak -- uhh! Breathe lyte! Breathe!The day that you left I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixedcause of your *****ing death wishBroken glass everywhere, cause a mother*****a like you just didn't careGot my shit shot up, had to buy a new body for my Benz, cause of your wild ass friendsYears ago when you started on the scene, back and forth smuggling shit from CaribbeanIt was you and your boy Dunn, making them suicide runsBut it was all in fun till Dunn tried to run with half of your cutNow your boss is looking at you saying "What the ***** is up?"What's up? But you say, "***** him" you could start your own ring and thingsBesides you get a lot of peeps to swingNow you got eight men working 7 days a week2 be the runners, 5 on the street1 be the side kick,, the right hand, you know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the manThey'd kill to be where you are, oh yeah! The druglord superstarYou got a new crib, new truck, new cartrying to fit in, throwing parties for them big type rap starsBut on the other side of town, shit is getting hot, your man got shotand they blew up your tree spot, on 125th and St. Nick, shit is getting thickYour boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick, now he's exileYou down to 6 mother*****as and 3 of them mother*****as is nothing but suckasI got feds at my door wanna know do I know a blacknow I ain't never called ya no shit like that, I'm fed upI can't take it no more, you see I'm blazing at th
