Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Supa Star , by - Group Home. Song from the album Livin' Proof, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ffrr
Song language: English
Supa Star |
| Lil' Dap: Damn son |
| Melachi: What the fuck is wrong with you man? |
| Shit shouldn’t be happening out here man |
| Niggas don’t be realizin' the shit, man |
| But yo, tell 'em what you be seein' out your window |
| Lil' Dap: Yo I be seeing out my window gunshots everyday |
| Melachi: Man yo I be seeing sex money and drugs too but yo |
| Tell 'em how Duke said |
| Lil' Dap: The world’s about to end |
| Born in the ghetto it’s hard to survive |
| Some have achieved and many brothers tried |
| But I realized which life to choose |
| I wanna make money so I gotta pay dues |
| But there’s no rules and you only have one chance |
| If ya fuck up kid you face the circumstance |
| At night I used to scream and shout |
| Livin' in the ghetto trying to get the hell out |
| So I would try as I watch my friends die |
| But all I could do was sit back and cry |
| These are feelings I’m expressing through my rhymes |
| I been through hard times so many problems on my mind |
| I wasn’t living rich and I also wasn’t poor |
| I try to appreciate but I deserve more |
| Yeah superman supa star |
| Give me supa fat dough like Pablo Escobar |
| «Super duper star» |
| Feared by bandits hated by chicks |
| Loved by kids I never did a bid |
| Yes the Group Home is thick |
| Plus I don’t eat beef cause these dizzy ass niggas that can think shit is sweet |
| Yo I work hard and hard my man trace it down to the car |
| After that keep it movin' have no time to be foolin' |
| Around town A&R's you get down with the hype sound |
| The things I say will make a grown man dream |
| I speak sayings «Go by yourself, be by yourself» |
| Let my lyrics vibrate and shake the earth |
| I travel ghetto to ghetto, back streets to the street |
| Kick a rhyme or crime with this ill mastermind |
| Mom dukes used to tell me with these tears in her eyes |
| Now I’m out on my own survival with the dime |
| Like an African tribe little Dap will blow your mind |
| Check it out like this |
| Melachi: |
| And then like that |
| «Super star» |
| («So what the fuck y’all movin' on up») |
| («Yes the Group Home is thick so all y’all punks hear this)» (x3) |
| («So what the fuck y’all movin' on up») |
| («Yo check it check it out like this here we go») |
| Walkin' the tunnels of hell the next level |
| It’s the Nutcracker givin' hell to the devil |
| Playin' the game the New York pain |
| Makes me wanna bust but I just maintain |
| Cause nowadays I talk to a brother |
| Always love your mother cause you’ll never get another |
| In the streets bustin' off shots fuck the cops |
| I got superstar props |
| Big time doe, money is a thriller |
| I’m gettin' more iller than the Zodiac killer |
| No lie but before I say bye |
| You can’t take money with cha when you die |
| «Super duper star» |
| Yo I got niggas flipping they wig |
| Chicks grabbing they cunts |
| As they rhyme they get doper and since they greet me with blunts |
| One time for your mind before I break these streets |
| Ain’t nothing holding me back hip hop track |
| Yo son you know the feelin' shit will get revealed |
| As the times will get better |
| And you know I got skills I seen the days turn into nights |
| As the stars shine bright |
| Motherfuckers Moet and chicks they keep steppin' |
| Like Dom Perignon one day will live large |
| Word to Allah and it don’t seem hard |
| No more jealousy and envy |
| Curse is put upon me |
| Watch me live free at the clink |
| With my niggas you’ll see |
| Raising to the top like a rocket ship, yo I go far |
| «Super star» |