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on the promenade and
The gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth

Well now everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies
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
As your stories unfold

Here is my home now
Looking out at the sea
Always wanted to be there
On Atlantic shore

How can we listen to your heart
When
the gate again  time to raise the stakes again 
Fatten my plate again  why'all cats know we always play to win 
G A N G  to the Starr's  son 
Haters  took
Out on the corner
Money in my hand
I placed my order
To my good friend
Now I'm waiting, I'm waiting
I'm waiting for him, just to get by, to get
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
that way that way that way
in my appartment
six white horses
wood turns electric
inspired by shadows
driven by tears
you won't rest, till you're
BARBRA
Any moment now, he'll notice me
Me, and my butterfly heart
Any moment now, he'll turn around and grin
And say at last where have you been?
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
Out on the promenade and the
Gamblin' commission's hangin' 
On by the skin of its teeth

[Chorus]
Well now everything dies, baby that's a fact,
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
[Fredro Starr]
Yo! Turn that shit up, word up! 
Afficial Nasty Niggas...Fuck Dat!
Ya niggas is dead-ass!
Know what I'm sayin'?
We're payin' my niggaz
Out on the promenade and the
Gamblin' commission's hangin' 
On by the skin of its teeth

[Chorus]
Well now everything dies, baby that's a fact,
[Busta Rhymes Talking]
Greatness, yeah, yeah
Hey yo, turn the beat up a little bit louder
Truck Volume

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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
Smashing your image
Take it back
Then we crack with a villain
Scratching my d-d****
Plus be the rapper to liquid

[Busta Rhymes]
Spliff Starr
Rampage
time to raise the stakes again 
Fatten my plate again  y'all cats know we always play to win 
G A N G  to the Starr's  son 
Haters  took this shit too
I'm kicking off from center field
A question of being down for the game
The one shot deal don't matter
And the other one's the same

Oh! My
Smashing your image
Take it back
Then we crack with a villain
Scratching my d-dick
Plus be the rapper to liquid

[Busta Rhymes]
Spliff Starr
Rampage
They came from Scandinavia
The land of midnight sun
And crossed the North Atlantic
When this century was young
They'd heard that in America
KAY STARR VERSION
The wheel of fortune
Goes spinning around
Will the arrow point my way?
Will this be my day?

Oh, wheel of fortune
Please
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
been good at embroidery. 
But no needlepoint will bring you, 
Across this continental divide, 
Across the Atlantic Ocean to where 
I am now!