Lyrics:
a band the band was in the dark
The whole time after many
Meetings between Hayley
Her manager and the labels they
Decided to sign her
To Atlantic records
before I was who I was
Claimin' that they threw it up before I threw it up, you what?
Where was you before I blew this up
I didn't see you in
your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
I got a job and I put my money away
But I got the kinda debt no honest
like Atlantic Starr
New Birth, Wildflower was that jamming shit by far
And Eddie Kendricks' voice will have you singing in your car
I know, I know, I
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
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
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
I been feeling frantic
I been up all night like a manic
Face deep in the wave like Atlantic
Paper and the pen is my canvas, wifey can't stand it
don't feel me
My album is bulletproof, y'all can't kill me
In 2003 the lease is up
We on the block now, no need for y'all re'in up
Pop your seat up
again rulin again
Watch as we do it again
You little suckers know better, I go head up
If your man left the joint in the whip then tell him go get it
comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Ooh, ooh
Ooh
Now I got a job and tried to put my money
, the scams is up
Yeah, they hands is up, lookin' in the crowd, yeah
Tryna fuck the world but my pants still up
Tryna invest to all my Gs before we rest in
stays in luck, truck
There's a new gangster in town and he's coming up
Staten Island's cap on hoes with most info
Crown Royal bottles in the back,
tape
Jeopardize being friendly just to keep mine safe
When keeping it real goes right, I couldn't keep my faith
By third album I was done, you shoulda
stayed on the raps 'til we made it on the map
By then, No I was my main guy
He and I was like Chi-town's Gang Starr
We had came far together, with a long
just drop my next album on Atlantic
I really hope you bitches ready, vice-prezzy and this Presi
Got some shit up in my bezzy, (so what ya sayin'?) My
golf, I could hit holes today (today)
Glass house loft, Atlantic Station, had it trapped out (trap, trap)
Water on my wrist like I died in the Atlantic
cream of the crop, creme de la creme
Spent years buildin' with cats in the streets, so they my men
Again, Gang Starr has done it
Remember too much
put you in yo seat and make you panic yeah
Automatic
Automatic
I’m too cold like the mothafuckin Atlantic
I been told by too many to just shut it down
we are
In the Starr, we hustle hard and we'll pull your card
We strapped, so don't relax better play your part
Don't care who you know, what you done,
I'm like a Bat Out of Hell, being pulled by Black Stallions.
Waiting for Metallica to make another Black Album.
Created a stone age cage, I'm fenced
And I heard ya album, this must be something you're new at
'Cause I rather hear a Lil' Wayne/Lil' Zane duet
My cellphone stay ringin', like a slap in
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
once you do you stranded
Picture this a women getting beat while she pregnant
But the baby in her stomach isn't dead yet
Years go by his become grown
.jpg/310px-Ringo_Starr_and_all_his_band_(8470843180).jpg "Ringo Starr & His All Starr Band")
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