Lyrics:
Yo whassup P?
Yo nuttin man just coolin kick back in the studio wit DJ Scratch
And my man Frank B, reminiscin about how we was tryin to shop
Our
of the man in black
No long white cadillac
No woman standin' by her man
In the place where it all began
Hey good lookin', hey momma tried
Hey gambler, hey
Amazin' man got a letter from a Asian fan
He asked, "Was I black
Was I gon' play Japan soon?"
Wrote back, "Yes", danced in the shower
Got dressed old
I've seen the lights of gay Broadway,
Old Market Street down by the Frisco Bay,
I've strolled the Prado, I've gambled on the Bourse;
The seven
me
Who's the son of some well-known
He was brought in by his mother
'Cause his daddy's always gone
There's a bum from down on broadway
And a few
hell get your burn on
Filled with the embalming fluid get your sherm on
My sherm on in the hood when I ride by
My eyes looking like I learn how
up airing out broad day
No love for the Tweeters, the net ain't for grievances
I'm on front street like its Broadway
All the pups gonna do wha the dog
my ego
Left my heart hardened, filled with disdain
Destruction Broadway I found myself on
The foundation I built isn’t strong
Done people wrong,
Fuck the Middle Man
I create the plan
they gon go the hardway
showing off like broadway
acting broadway, told her fuck her feelings
thats the wrong
I moulded in pride, and all my ego
Left my heart hardened, filled with disdain
Destruction broadway I found myself on
The foundation I built isn't
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
a Blimpie Bluffin
Back up off me, suckas, you ain't sayin' nothin'
I'm broader than Broadway, I was the project hallway
Dual tape recorder, lacin'
I've seen the lights of gay Broadway,
Old Market Street down by the Frisco Bay,
I've strolled the Prado, I've gambled on the Bourse;
The seven
at by a whore
Ah, but sill not a sniffle or sob
His novel was refused, his movie was panned
And his big Broadway show was a flop
He got sent off
There once was a man who just couldn't cry
He hadn't cried for years and for years
Napalmed babies and movie love stories
For instance, could not
laughed at by a whore
Ah, but sill not a sniffle or sob
His novel was refused, his movie was panned
And his big Broadway show was a flop
He got sent
hurt if you come from out of town
But down by lord that's word
Fantastic
Show stoppin emcees
Yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket
But
by the speed
And the promise of the fortune it brings
Oh mama, I just don't believe
Like it happened in a Broadway scene
Are we still acting, is
shoulder to shoulder
Welcome to Nashville...
We corssed against the light on Broadway, we just got into town
nobody saw the blind man who was showing
one out to all the funky inspirations
Pretty Purdie on the drums with the beat relations
Well, I'm working on rhymes, they're coming line by line
one out to all the funky inspirations
Pretty Purdie on the drums with the beat relations
Well, I'm working on rhymes, they're coming line by line
to send me pictures of the Broadway nights
And I'd send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty-three
Killing the game, 'bout to catch a body
Passed the Harley, Dukie on the Ducati
Timbaland, Khaled, Scott Storch, Birdman
God damn, man, everybody got
a dinner entree
What ya'll critics gonna say, don't even risk it
Forget Pillsbury, eat this Blah Blah biscuit
Ya'll watered down the game, man, like bar
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