Lyrics:
It was such a wonderful party and it lasted such a long time
I thought I was Paul Gauguin or Akasha in the night
Wine bottles in the hallway
always on the go
He used to live in Champtown, but moved to Slum Village
In a city Motown that was run by Mike Illitch
Lived with Fat Joe, in Ras Kass
Brother Pete Rock
Plenty others I could name but the most by far
These pioneers most revered, group named Gang Starr
Put it down through the years, most
Passin' homies on the block, gettin' major respect,
And by then y'all the hen dog is taken effect,
Never panic hit Atlantic then I banked to right
Pulled
a hunnert-and-ten of 'em
I says, "Pig Pen, they just didn't have no faith
"They definitely gone ten-seven."
By the time we got into that Piccadilly Town,
'Bout half
Put money on my head
They really put that bread to waste
Flew across Atlantic grew accustomed to expensive taste
Be all you can be theres no limit it
with the mystic hand
Map it out and tap it out all black kicks
If you try to stack five then we have to stack six
You go by the numbers the facts
(Evidence)
The difference between a hero and a coward? There
is no difference. One time or another everyone's felt
fear. It's what one person does
music, this is gun clap music
Load it up, cock it back and blast to it
[Fredro Starr]
Yo, who shot ya? It's too late to try to operate
Hard escape
by Maurice Starr and Larry Wu
I think I-L-be , fifteen years of are & be transmitted outside Dudley
Plus the Bumrush specially celebrities
Aks
by Maurice Starr and Larry Wu
I think I-L-be , fifteen years of are & be transmitted outside Dudley
Plus the Bumrush specially celebrities
Aks
by Maurice Starr and Larry Wu
I think I-L-be , fifteen years of are & be transmitted outside Dudley
Plus the Bumrush specially celebrities
Aks
Y’all sleep in y’all own world and I’m
Rollin rollin rollin I ain’t slept in weeks
Got a pistol by the bed only bout 6 feet
I been waking up from
Time's up
Starin' at my sunrise desktop
Every dream I had gets lost in the backdrop
Livin' in a post-job life in a flash pandemic,
Is little bit
a dream
Having you by my side
I'll never forget, the first time I set
My eyes on you I thought I would cry
It was my lucky day, when you came my way
'N I'm
[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]
Yo Yo
The head nigga in charge, king of New York
Greatest of all time, you want to talk streets lets talk
WE ARE THE STREETS,
Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary,
And leave auld Scotia's shore?
Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary,
Across th' Atlantic roar?
O sweet
good book to help us get by
The sacrifice of our daily bread
The hallowed be our domain
For ever and ever the powers use their glory
To chain our minds
roc a by crad
Dull written on page
I was stacking up A's
My perspective did change
Knowing I ain't have distractions
Well a couple old flames
Only time
of your boots?
Never looking to find yourself by putting down roots
When finally she reaches the Atlantic shore
It feels so familiar has she been here
do or don't, you don't try
And I'm the kinda girl that's nice with it
In my jeep just banging that Gang Starr shit
You can call me Spero, the thinking
We're off to build another planet (ay)
See a ship and then we're really goin' savage (ay)
From the home, we was lost in the Atlantic
I wouldn't make
of atlantic city, new jersey.
Howard kaylan:
He's making me do this, ladies and gentlemen. I wouldn't do it if it weren't for this. you noticed, all through
buggin, you remember "Watch Me Now" by Ultramagnetic?
Oh of course dog, my favorite joint though was Gang Starr
What's that joint? How's that joint go?
.jpg/310px-Ringo_Starr_and_all_his_band_(8470843180).jpg "Ringo Starr & His All Starr Band")
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