Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Druglord Superstar, artist - MC Lyte. Album song Bad As I Wanna B, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.10.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Elektra Entertainment
Song language: English
Druglord Superstar |
Got a new gig, here you come again kid |
fresh out the dog, done did your bid |
but you can’t stay here no more |
Not in this crib |
Not with the foul way that you used to live |
I remember you would take long trips on the first of the month |
not giving a fuck about what I want |
Break -- uhh! |
Breathe lyte! |
Breathe! |
The day that you left I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed |
cause of your fucking death wish |
Broken glass everywhere, cause a motherfucka like you just didn’t care |
Got my shit shot up, had to buy a new body for my Benz, cause of your wild ass |
friends |
Years ago when you started on the scene, back and forth smuggling shit from |
Caribbean |
It was you and your boy Dunn, making them suicide runs |
But it was all in fun till Dunn tried to run with half of your cut |
Now your boss is looking at you saying What the fuck is up? |
What’s up? |
But you say, Fuck him you could start your own ring and things |
Besides you get a lot of peeps to swing |
Now you got eight men working 7 days a week |
2 be the runners, 5 on the street |
1 be the side kick, the right hand, you know the one that ride shotgun |
thinking he the man |
They’d kill to be where you are, oh yeah! |
The druglord superstar |
You got a new crib, new truck, new car |
trying to fit in, throwing parties for them big type rap stars |
But on the other side of town, shit is getting hot, your man got shot |
and they blew up your tree spot, on 125th and St. Nick, shit is getting thick |
Your boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick, now he’s exile |
You down to 6 motherfuckas and 3 of them motherfuckas is nothing but suckas |
I got feds at my door wanna know do I know a black |
now I ain’t never called ya no shit like that, I’m fed up I can’t take it no more, you see I’m blazing at the next nigga knocking at my door |
I heard you’re on the run now, D is in the penile |
ratted your ass out and gave that what, when and how |
They’d all kill to be where you are, the druglord superstar |
They found a boy in the sand, it was Poppi your man with his eyes dug out and |
you must |
be soft |
Heard they shot up your car and ransacked your loft, now you need a get away |
a place to hide, cause your man done snitched on the inside |
You was on the run like a slave aback in the days, you must have been nodding |
when |
they said |
Crime don’t pay |
I got a new gig, here you come again kid, fresh out the dog |
done did your bid but you can’t stay here no more, not in this crib |
not with the foul way that you choose to live |
Motherfucka -- you know what/ |
Just, just take your shit all right! |
Just take it! |
Cause I’m sick of this shit — I can’t take it no more |
just take it, I don’t know who the fuck you think you are |
Thinking you could just come back here and try to enter my life -- like I need |
you |
I don t -- I’m thru with you motherfucka |
Just get out! |
You put me thru too much heartache |
too much shit |
I had to go thru -- I can’t do it no more |