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Eric Lee Martin (born 10 October 1960, Long Island, New York) is an American rock singer/musician active throughout the 1980s, 1990s, and 2000s both as a solo artist and as a member of various bands. He earned his most prominent success as the frontman for the hard rock/glam metal band Mr. Big, a supergroup (currently reunited) who scored a big hit in the early 1990s with "To Be with You," a song that Martin wrote during his teen years. more »

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(Quit all the talk I'm really Brooklyn's baby)
I can't even get accustomed to this new love
I spent years being the reason I was supped up,
It's too much smoke for these birds these niggas cooped up
Fuckin losers, don't be the reason I lace these boots up
I think you got the wrong idea
My kicks off bitch boy, set my squad up for a long time here
The fraud gon fear
The timing on, got heart then ride alone
Don't mad papi on, Madicon
Knock me nah, find out why
I can't subside, the plan's just fine
My village taught me to be a stand up guy
My kind don't die we get money and get multiply
My nigga listen up, the whole plan's not to give a f*ck
Hungry as ever, see you ain't gotta bring no menu up
I'm bout to touch down, think they feel it when I'm inching up
This type of ambition make everybody start resenting ya
Sheesh,
I mean I'm blessed dog
Ahead of the curve and I ain't gotta stress y'all
Come through and conquer and get ready for the next war
Still more groomed than when you droppin ya pets off
You know the fits is on drippy
They talk is all envy
They pockets on skippy
And we don't ball friendly
I got the secret they watching, just come and talk to me
More class than show and tell, look what I brought with me
Like, they ain't expect it, I was losing they said it
With all this chattin they doing, how they aint get message
Raised mine like a parent so you gotta respect it
Could give a f*ck about a chain, if my momma still stressing
My nigga we on, everything you cling on
Dream on, peons, papi be here for eons
For my team I be LeBron
Representing my legion
You niggas get more questions than our freedom
Got hundred thousand reasons
Can't take a day off youngin
You know they move on the hand, don't make me Adolf something
Gotta say y'all bugging
Thinking we stopped hustling
I bring something new to family like, meet y'all cousin
You see that style the new throw back
I'm stepping on the door mat,
Knowledge is power nigga, what they call me since I know that
Nigga want my dough back
Need it all, won't go back
Niggas won't give me flowers I'll get a garden and grow that
Season
(Quit all the talk)
(Quit All the talk I'm really Brooklyn's Baby)
(You know the motherfuckin vibe)

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