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someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Well I got a job and tried to put my money away
And your Blue Duck's no longer alive

You took Jim Reed to your warm wedding bed
And from out of your love was born the boy, Ed
A pal killed Jim Reed by
Jesse got married, had a wife and a son
Was shot down at home by the Ford brothers' guns

Belle Starr, Belle Starr, your time's getting late
But how
I stood by your Atlantic sea and sang a song for Ireland

Dreaming in the night, I saw a land where no man had to fight
Waking in your dawn, I saw you
your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic city.

Well, I got a job and I put my money away
But I got the kind of debts
part
No women on earth will I have for a bride
'Til I cross the wild Atlantic to be your side

Ah me, I must mourn my true love evermore
Though coldly
I stood by your Atlantic sea and sang a song for Ireland

Dreaming in the night, I saw a land where no man had to fight
Waking in your dawn, I saw you
asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic sea
And sang a song for Ireland
 
Talking all the day with true friends
Who try to make you stay
Telling
comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Well I got a job and tried to put my money away
But I got
a hot one 
Rhymes chase a fake n**** down soon as I spot one 

Chorus: Gang Starr samples, except where noted 
--Full clip-- 
--Do you want to mess
comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Well I got a job and tried to put my money away
But I got
But maybe everything that dies, someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Well I got
Come here nigga, Fuck Dat!
Let these muthafuckaz know nigga!!!) {I want some NEW SHIT!}
(Afficial Nast! What?!!)

[Sticky Fingaz, (Fredro Starr)]
Oh ooh,
But maybe everything that dies, someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Well I got
your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic city.

Well, I got a job and I put my money away
But I got the kind of debts
someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and
meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Well I got a job and tried to put my money away
But
someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Well I got a job and tried to put my money away
But
made-for- T.V. world
Creation by committee stunts the growth of boys and girls
I miss the live musicians like Ringo Starr and Gadd
Part of a dying race,
and on the gangster tip
Mc's who front: imma' gonna bust your shit

I wonder do you love it enough
I'm steppin' rugged and tough, never to front or to bluff
I got
this berg to the shape of a ship;
Sailing my way back to your lips.
One passing ship gave word that
You have moved out of your old flat,
You love
the street love
Each thug, is now reppin this with deep love
(Skills) Gang Starr duelin again rulin again
Watch as we do it again

Btohers are amused by
someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Well I got a job and tried to put my money away
But
Trans Atlantic
I sit alone as the night goes by
Stare at the phone and wait for your reply

Long long distance love affair, I can't find you anywhere
Starr (Damn!) hazardous
Thugs that got love for this hiphop and shit
Makin words rhyme at the same time poppin shit

I used to go to jams, and drop
as California
Has a white Atlantic shore
And a long eastern sunset
I won't want you for anymore.

It'll be a cold day in December
It'll be a hot day in mid