Lyrics:
niggas like it's '04
Next to Copeland's on Broadway
More money, more ways, the more clickin'
The more waitin'
Don't be annoying, hittin' my phone all day
all fake
We all chasing the cream
By any means
My Nigga
It's a relay
We get one life to live
It's no replay
Especially how we play
Might pull-up in ur
On the corner of Fifth and Broadway
I was walking to the grocery store on Third
I saw a man up on a box
He seemed a bit unorthodox
He was preaching
the ticket man at Fulham Broadway Station
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste
Because I chose to play the fool in a six-piece band
listening cause nobody is anyway
Dancing my own ballet while everybody watches broadway
Man owns the airwaves and he ain't gonna give 'em away
To a point
Heathrow flying
Living in ireland
Tw8 my primary
If a man like it
Splash and buy it
Eat good
Like digga d no diet
Broadway flying
Cali on me
No homerton b
And Ebury Street by the sea
Over the Broadway and run
To the end of the Pier
From Kent to Cornwall they're
Submerged by the swelling tide
A small tree
to throw dirt on my name I survive
Some days I don't know how I'm gna get by
But I keep on pushing and look I'm still alive
With a plan for the action
ya'll by my records
Them same ones that be talkin' 'bout I'm dirty
Be buyin' my s*** and hidin' it
[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
Why all di dutty n**** dem
what you talkin bout
[m] yeah whatever
[r] go head man I don't even want to hear that right now
[m] well whose drawers are these?
[r] why you goin
what you talkin bout
[m] yeah whatever
[r] go head man I don't even want to hear that right now
[m] well whose drawers are these?
[r] why you goin
days I was playin' for keeps
I used to roll around my hat and all day
Lookin' for a prey that we could rob on Broadway
Stickin niggas for their jewels
magic ride
For the next man
Put on a pretty face
You'll always win
I see you
Up on Broadway
Arm and arm with some bright young man
You keep
[ODB]
Man man, look up at the sky
All the stars man, the stars is beautiful tonight
Look at em!
[Chorus: Mya]
Ghetto superstar, that is what
One man can't sleep in his penthouse bed,
Wall Street worries fill his head
While another man dreams in his cardboard shed on Broadway
Early
Queen Fi
Don’t call me no bitch I’m a lady
Jus know I’m gon cheat if you play me
Man I’m gon make you my baby
Put that woo on you come straight outta
to coast
All he needed was a hot night in June
'Cause he had the needle and he had the spoon
When he spiked it bit, and man, he flew
Into America's
ain't got no stamina
They said damn man, you lookin' like Pac
I said, nah not alive, man I'm lookin' like Jones
Besides I put money on your skull
(ow)
They wanna ball but they ain't got no stamina (they need it)
They said damn man you looking like Pac
I said nah, not alive, man I'm looking like
D-Rose gold
Tell the waitress where the million
Followers? Bring more Rose
Yeah, I'm the man again (Uh, huh)
Got 'em panicking
They wearing shit off
people when they drive by, man
And I keep this shit on lock
Like white people when you walk by them
Seen the new 19x Glock gotta try it, man
You finna
And in the store windows
Reflections of a man with no direction
But that's ok, I'll look away
Don't matter either way
And I'll find myself
Sitting all by
gold man
Fam on the shoulders like vincent adultman
I think that's a scam
How you tell
By the wing span
I pray they got a plan, so he can scram like
boring
And showing out never gets old
Every night is a replay
But I don't really care, I'm too on
I'm too on, too on too on too on too on
Man I'm feeling
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