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Eric Martin

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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Aye look E the one we them ones, watch the people jump
Needle scratch, reapers back this my evil run
Papi Cito, Penny Walker call me either one
This shit like clothing, switch it up when the season done
Stop the press
Mami they can read but never copy this
Do it like Simon says, iller than some sinuses
We ain't with the starving but you drama fed
Women like a new salon, I'm gettin all kinds of head
Man this shit is nothing to me boy watch me flex that
Thinking I'm ya win, you gon run into ya set back
Dead that, all muscle riding in a hell cat
Gassed up smell that, I play what I'm dealt black
Boy I put my fresh on, y'all niggas ain't fresh yet
This shit like a fixed fight, homie I'm the sure bet
Y'all niggas is sure vexed, paper how we cure stress
Stubborn I guess, stick to it like a birds nest
Money talks, phony walks
I can't take em baby
Play the game, know the cost
Keep it pimpin baby
Dead weight, shake it off
Gotta shake em baby
Fake or real, know the sorts
I just hate em baby
Money talks, phony walks
I can't take em baby
Play the game, know the cost
Keep it pimpin baby
Dead weight, shake it off
Gotta shake em baby
Fake or real, know the sorts
I just hate em baby
I think it's money brewing out here I can smell it
It's a scent I like to relish, it's a fetish shit embedded
Pardon us if we ain't buying what you selling
Been around the block so when it's off I can tell it
Not a mob boss but been around them good fellas
Hood tenants tight measures, good business
Luggage claim big bag, nice women
I like spending, heard this winning shit expensive
I got itching for the digits, uh
Connect like a dreidel the way we spin it
You was hot you watching my pockets turn frigid, uh
That's why this friend shit is limits, small box em it's a widget
All we do is grind and stick to our own protocol
Keep a mad Max incase we ever got done em off
Raps worth a grip ain't no penny for these fuckin thoughts
See I'm appalled that you been so misinformed, bitch we ball
Money talks, phony walks
I can't take em baby
Play the game, know the cost
Keep it pimpin baby
Dead weight, shake it off
Gotta shake em baby
Fake or real, know the sorts
I just hate em baby
Money talks, phony walks
I can't take em baby
Play the game, know the cost
Keep it pimpin baby
Dead weight, shake it off
Gotta shake em baby
Fake or real, know the sorts
I just hate em baby

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