| I’m a black man
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| And I don’t know how to sing
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| And I don’t know how to dance
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| And I don’t know how to preach to no congregation
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| I’m too small to be a football hero
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| And I’m too ugly to be elected mayor
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| But I watch TV
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| And I seem all them people in all them fine homes they live in
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| And all them nice cars they drive
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| And I get all full of ambition
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| Now you tell me what I’m supposed to do with all this ambition I got?
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| Lord have mercy
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| Big big respect to each an every man in INI crew
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| You knowin' how 'fi do
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| Ima hold the microphone, we no worry about you and you
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| You see man like Diamond D and the man call Don Barron
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| Thirsty and come around sound stage yo and party
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| I will never work for free
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| Ha ha ha, come go!
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| I give relief like a maxi
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| Jump out a taxi
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| Converge with Macky doing time in Coxsackie
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| Tacky head bitches
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| With lead switches and red britches
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| I bled witches
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| With the rest of them dead snitches
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| You know the M. O
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| We fog up a limo
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| With exotic stemmo
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| The neurotic D-I-A-M-O
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| N-D, Indeed I got the skills
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| The home in the hills
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| Sons that move krills
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| Season passes to the Buffalo Bills, what?
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| With sprees on Madison
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| Bookin' up whole floors at the Radisson
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| Whatever, cus' nothin' in life is guaranteed
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| Never underestimate the next man’s greed
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| With the hand speed
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| I pass out quick ones on slick sons
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| Who can’t fight and run and get guns
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| But get done
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| Way before retaliation, (yeah)
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| Death becomes your evaluation
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| MC is my ambition.
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| Marked for death like Steven Se-gal
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| Even Mi-guel Mu-noz
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| Said I’m movin' too close
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| Listenin' to blue notes
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| Laughin' at the blue coats
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| Who can’t get over a fence because of glucose
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| With two toast
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| You and your mans have plans of Mad Grands
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| But they fell in bad hands
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| Now in mad lands
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| You’re livin' out your bid
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| Extortin' ordnance
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| Runnin' wild givin' shorts
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| And yo, I’m gettin paid on the rap tip
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| No more runnin' from cops and gettin' beat with the black stick
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| Smoother than chapstick
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| Shootin' my raps quick
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| Backflips are made when niggas hear my tracks flips
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| I bat whips, chromed out, blown out
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| Quick to kick a bone out ya back
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| In fact, black, I regulate
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| Through ya chest is where I penetrate
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| So get it straight
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| Don’t apologize when it’s late
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| Boom wit' this, or that
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| We 'finna launch an attack
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| On every MC who come to the dancehall an chat whack
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| If ya talk too loud I said ya face I’m gonna smack
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| And if ya reach for your waist, you off an' feel gunshot
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| But that’s my word, I no front, an' I bring war round the back
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| Then we bury you in a casket Mister 6 foot flat
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| With some reef and some flowers missin' pon' your grave top
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| Fuck with Don Barron and Diamond D
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| And you are fi' get that
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| So things and times was gettin' rough
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| And all the MC’s they tried to call 'fi my bluff
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| They wanted some more I guess they didn’t get enough
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| Cause Don Barron and Big Large and chorus
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| So every young youth that gonna go set up a plan
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| Stop killin' off the woman and stop killin' off the man (yo!)
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| Give me the mic and take the gun outta' me hand (yo!)
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| Give me the mic and take ya gun outta' me hand
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| MC is my ambition… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song MC Iz My Ambition , by - Diamond D. Song from the album Hatred, Passions and Infidelity, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп