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And all MC's best sweat, we bringin' buckets of heat 

So don't fret kid I let you lick the love I secrete, yo 
Even my foes
out
Get 'em out your way pa
Get 'em out your way pa
Move, move, move

I'm seduced by the chrome, it's a ruthless poem
It took a little time to get his
(Get 'em out ya way pa)
(Get 'em out ya way pa, move, move, move)

[U-God]
I'm seduced by the chrome, it's a ruthless poem
It took a little time
Man, man look up at the sky
All the stars man the stars is beautiful tonight
Look at 'em

Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin' from afar
Yeah, alright, Kadalack Boyz
East side, west side, south side

On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star
On the streets I'm a legend, in
shit, dude he's bleeding a lot
I ain't no doctor, but he ain't movin, I can't see if he's breathin or not
[Celph Titled]
Yo nevermind, y'all just need
ICP and Esham wicked rappers delight 2015

Feinds of the wicked shit its time to get high
Bump your fuckin shit up for somthin wicked shit by
[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
[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
Why'all think that I'm done, Run don't got no flow?
What is you loco? I'm grande gato pa-po
Run and Bo, D.M.C. and Fat Joe
Fo' cats on the same track got
[PA](Swing)
PA, 2G
(Yippe-yi, yippe-yo, yippe-ya, what?)
What you thought? (Huh!)
We was gone? (Wha-t?!?)
We back
Mack, Ace, L.C., Feloney
the star stick mode the flip mode
BLAH~
Old ladies Luve Busta Bust
this sucks,
jighewine ready to blast, shoot it out yo ass
smack that ass, Grab, that
of that six figure shit,
that live and die by the trigger shit,
that H-Town, P.A. Texas trill ass nigga shit.
want to fuck with me get a bigger clique,
[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, it all began like, bust it
My nigga City bout to bounce on a trip
We met some niggas with a lot of things they want em to flip
Man, man look up at the sky
All the stars man the stars is beautiful tonight
Look at 'em

Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin' from afar
behind, blew him out existence.
His maid cried no, lucky she was blind fold.

Naked wit, mad burn marks, all on her thighs yo.
Twelve point five
whip 'em like Kunta
That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L; if you disagree
don't even look at me ho don't pa** go
Smoke somethin', bitch
U-G-K, hold up, talkin' bout, uh

Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab,
Smoke somethin', bitch
U-G-K, hold up, talkin' bout, uh

Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab,
here and pop off real quick
Yo, I gotta get that guap by all means
You know what I'm sayin', son?

Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit
I thought that everybody
def
Nigga need to go over here and pop off real quick
I gotta get that guap by all means, you know what I'm sayin son

[Talib Kweli]
Growing up in
Smoke somethin', bitch
U-G-K, hold up, talkin' bout, uh

Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab,
yo, I would set it
And tell the DJ run the beat from (Ultra-magnetic)
I grab the mic and then I leave the party buzzin
Tellin all the honeys I was Slick
Smoke somethin', bitch
U-G-K, hold up, talkin' bout, uh

Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab,
brown tee
Muhammad throwback, who sport a jersey by Ali
And if he made one (Hell naw they don't excite me)
I'm all about my cash ridin' around wit