Supa Star

(album: Livin' Proof - 1995)

Damn son

What the fuck is wrong with you man?
Shit shouldn't be happening out here man
Niggas don't be realizing the shit, man
But yo, tell 'em what you be seeing out your window

Yo I be seeing out my window gunshots everyday

Man yo I be seeing sex money and drugs too but yo
Tell 'em how Duke said

The world's about to end

Born in the ghetto it's hard to survive
Some have achieved and many brothers tried
But I realized which life to choose
I wanna make money so I gotta pay dues
But there's no rules and you only have one chance
If ya fuck up kid you face the circumstance
At night I used to scream and shout
Living in the ghetto trying to get the hell out
So I would try as I watch my friends die
But all I could do was sit back and cry
These are feelings I'm expressing through my rhymes
I been through hard times so many problems on my mind
I wasn't living rich and I also wasn't poor
I try to appreciate but I deserve more
Yeah superman supa star
Give me super fat dough like Pablo Escobar
"Super duper star"

Feared by bandits hated by chicks
Loved by kids I never did a bid
Yes the Group Home is thick
Plus I don't eat beef cause get dizzy if ya think shit is weak
Yo I work hard and hard my man trace it down to the car
After that keep it moving have no time to be fooling
Around town A&R's you get down with the hype sound
The things I say will make a grown man dream
I speak sayings "Go by yourself, be by yourself"
Let my lyrics vibrate and shake the earth
I travel ghetto to ghetto, back streets to the street
Kick a rhyme or crime with this I'll mastermind
Mom dukes used to tell me with these tears in her eyes
Now I'm out on my own survival with the dime
Like an African tribe little Dap will blow your mind
Check it out like this

And then like that

"Super star"

("So what the fuck y'all moving on up")
("Yes the Group Home is thick so all y'all punks hear this)"
("Yes the Group Home is thick so all y'all punks hear this)"
("Yes the Group Home is thick so all y'all punks hear this)"
("So what the fuck y'all moving on up")
("Yo check it check it out like this here we go")

Walking the tunnels of hell the next level
It's the Nutcracker giving hell to the devil
Playing the game the New York pain
Makes me wanna bust but I just maintain
Cause nowadays I talk to a brother
Always love your mother cause you'll never get another
In the streets busting off shots fuck the cops
I got superstar props
Big time doe, money is a thriller
I'm getting more iller than the Zodiac killer
No lie but before I say bye
You can't take money with cha when you die

"Super duper star"

Yo I got niggas flipping they wig
Chicks grabbing they cunts
As they rhyme they get doper and then they greet me with blunts
One times for your mind before I break these streets
Ain't nothing holding me back hip hop track
Yo son you know the feeling shit will get revealed
As the times will get better
And you know I got skills I seen the days turn into nights
As the stars shine bright
Motherfuckers Moet and chicks they keep stepping
Like Dom Perignon one day will live large
Word to Allah and it don't seem hard
No more jealousy and envy
Curse is put upon me
Watch me live free at the clink
With my niggas you'll see
Raising to the top like a rocket ship, yo I go far
"Super star"

("So what the fuck y'all moving on up")
("Yes the Group Home is thick so all y'all punks hear this)"
("Yes the Group Home is thick so all y'all punks hear this)"
("Yes the Group Home is thick so all y'all punks hear this)"
("So what the fuck y'all moving on up")
("Yo check it check it out like this here we go")