| One-fifty-eight Lewis Avenue
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| Between Lafayette and Van Buren, that was back during
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| The days of hangin on my Bed-Stuy block
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| With Spence and Mitch, followin my cousin Murdoch
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| All the brothers were real, goin for what they feel
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| By the way, peace to my man Sha and Big Neal
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| Now in ninety-three I’m still bein me
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| You think my 'fridgerator ain’t full of Olde E? |
| Huh
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| A lot of times I get fly with a suit and a tie
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| Yeah I went from rags to riches but I still rock the saggy britches
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| And I don’t try to act brand new
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| Eatin escargots and usin words like «rendezvous»
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| The ghetto life I’ve seen a lot overcome
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| Make a little money and then forget where they came from
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| Livin a plastic lifestyle, you’re more false than dentures
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| Don’t make me pull your file -- stop shammin!
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| «Stop, hold-up, pause, wait» (2X)
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| Stop shammin!
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| So why you wanna be what you’re not?
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| And claim to have things that you know you ain’t got
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| You’re just a fantasizer -- spendin all your money
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| On Luster’s pink oil moisturizer
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| Just to make your hair curly and thin
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| You say, «Black is beautiful,» but then you go and bleach your skin
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| Money you’re worse than Yacub
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| Cause their are eight stages of graft and you broke down to two
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| Plus you got a bad case of jungle fever
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| And nmmana-nah-nah I just can’t believe ya
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| It’s quite obvious you don’t wanna be a black man
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| So what’s next — you’re gonna join the Klu Klux Klan?
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| You sold out to your race and it’s a big disgrace
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| You can’t look your own people in the face
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| You wonder why it ain’t no black schools or hospitals
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| You’re makin millions of dollars and it’s pitiful
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| That you can donate to leukemia all the time
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| But you can’t give the Nation of Islam a dime
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| They mention Muslims, you change the subject
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| You can’t even shake Farrakhan hand in public
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| That whole busy attitude is a sham
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| Umm bro, umm brother, umm. |
| Brougham, stop shammin!
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| «Stop, hold-up, pause, wait» (2X)
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| «Change the groove and fuck it up a little bit»
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| I look in the mirror, at times I say, «Damn Black Caesar;
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| How’d you get to be the woman pleaser?»
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| Cause I remember when girls didn’t notice me
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| And now they wanna Come and Talk To Me like Jodeci
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| It’s strange, how back in the days I couldn’t get with em
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| Now all of a sudden the honies they wanna give me rhythm
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| Well I’ma hit it, but still I show no pity
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| So I hope you don’t think you gonna be in my next video
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| And many brothers I never even ran with
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| Be actin like they been hangin with me since I was a kid
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| I mean just to get a piece of the action
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| Man they start rememberin more times than Michael Jackson
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| But I can’t fade to the tag-alongs
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| That want me to drag em on
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| Frontin like a friend just so I can put em in
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| But you cuttin yourself paper thin — stop shammin!
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| «Stop, hold-up, pause, wait» (2X)
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| And I’m out |