Druglord Superstar Lyrics
| Song | Druglord Superstar |
| Artist | MC Lyte |
| Album | Badder Than B-Fore |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Got a new gig, here you come again kid | |
| fresh out the dog, done did your bid | |
| but you can't stay here no more | |
| Not in this crib | |
| Not with the foul way that you used to live | |
| I remember you would take long trips on the first of the month | |
| not giving a f**k about what I want | |
| Break -- uhh! Breathe lyte! Breathe! | |
| The day that you left I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed | |
| cause of your f**king death wish | |
| Broken glass everywhere, cause a motherf**ka like you just didn't care | |
| Got my shit shot up, had to buy a new body for my Benz, cause of your wild ass friends | |
| Years ago when you started on the scene, back and forth smuggling shit from Caribbean | |
| It was you and your boy Dunn, making them suicide runs | |
| But it was all in fun till Dunn tried to run with half of your cut | |
| Now your boss is looking at you saying "What the f**k is up?" | |
| What's up? But you say, "F**k him" you could start your own ring and things | |
| Besides you get a lot of peeps to swing | |
| Now you got eight men working 7 days a week | |
| 2 be the runners, 5 on the street | |
| 1 be the side kick,, the right hand, you know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man | |
| They'd kill to be where you are, oh yeah! The druglord superstar | |
| You got a new crib, new truck, new car | |
| trying to fit in, throwing parties for them big type rap stars | |
| But on the other side of town, shit is getting hot, your man got shot | |
| and they blew up your tree spot, on 125th and St. Nick, shit is getting thick | |
| Your boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick, now he's exile | |
| You down to 6 motherf**kas and 3 of them motherf**kas is nothing but suckas | |
| I got feds at my door wanna know do I know a black | |
| now I ain't never called ya no shit like that, I'm fed up | |
| I can't take it no more, you see I'm blazing at the next nigga knocking at my door | |
| I heard you're on the run now, D is in the penile | |
| ratted your ass out and gave that what, when and how | |
| They'd all kill to be where you are, the druglord superstar | |
| They found a boy in the sand, it was Poppi your man with his eyes dug out and you must | |
| be soft | |
| Heard they shot up your car and ransacked your loft, now you need a get away | |
| a place to hide, cause your man done snitched on the inside | |
| You was on the run like a slave aback in the days, you must have been nodding when | |
| they said | |
| "Crime don't pay" | |
| I got a new gig, here you come again kid, fresh out the dog | |
| done did your bid but you can't stay here no more, not in this crib | |
| not with the foul way that you choose to live | |
| Motherf**ka -- you know what/ | |
| Just, just take your shit all right! Just take it! | |
| Cause I'm sick of this shit - I can't take it no more | |
| just take it, I don't know who the f**k you think you are | |
| Thinking you could just come back here and try to enter my life -- like I need you | |
| I don�t -- I'm thru with you motherf**ka | |
| Just get out! You put me thru too much heartache | |
| too much shit | |
| I had to go thru -- I can't do it no more |
| Got a new gig, here you come again kid | |
| fresh out the dog, done did your bid | |
| but you can' t stay here no more | |
| Not in this crib | |
| Not with the foul way that you used to live | |
| I remember you would take long trips on the first of the month | |
| not giving a f k about what I want | |
| Break uhh! Breathe lyte! Breathe! | |
| The day that you left I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed | |
| cause of your f king death wish | |
| Broken glass everywhere, cause a motherf ka like you just didn' t care | |
| Got my shit shot up, had to buy a new body for my Benz, cause of your wild ass friends | |
| Years ago when you started on the scene, back and forth smuggling shit from Caribbean | |
| It was you and your boy Dunn, making them suicide runs | |
| But it was all in fun till Dunn tried to run with half of your cut | |
| Now your boss is looking at you saying " What the f k is up?" | |
| What' s up? But you say, " F k him" you could start your own ring and things | |
| Besides you get a lot of peeps to swing | |
| Now you got eight men working 7 days a week | |
| 2 be the runners, 5 on the street | |
| 1 be the side kick,, the right hand, you know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man | |
| They' d kill to be where you are, oh yeah! The druglord superstar | |
| You got a new crib, new truck, new car | |
| trying to fit in, throwing parties for them big type rap stars | |
| But on the other side of town, shit is getting hot, your man got shot | |
| and they blew up your tree spot, on 125th and St. Nick, shit is getting thick | |
| Your boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick, now he' s exile | |
| You down to 6 motherf kas and 3 of them motherf kas is nothing but suckas | |
| I got feds at my door wanna know do I know a black | |
| now I ain' t never called ya no shit like that, I' m fed up | |
| I can' t take it no more, you see I' m blazing at the next nigga knocking at my door | |
| I heard you' re on the run now, D is in the penile | |
| ratted your ass out and gave that what, when and how | |
| They' d all kill to be where you are, the druglord superstar | |
| They found a boy in the sand, it was Poppi your man with his eyes dug out and you must | |
| be soft | |
| Heard they shot up your car and ransacked your loft, now you need a get away | |
| a place to hide, cause your man done snitched on the inside | |
| You was on the run like a slave aback in the days, you must have been nodding when | |
| they said | |
| " Crime don' t pay" | |
| I got a new gig, here you come again kid, fresh out the dog | |
| done did your bid but you can' t stay here no more, not in this crib | |
| not with the foul way that you choose to live | |
| Motherf ka you know what | |
| Just, just take your shit all right! Just take it! | |
| Cause I' m sick of this shit I can' t take it no more | |
| just take it, I don' t know who the f k you think you are | |
| Thinking you could just come back here and try to enter my life like I need you | |
| I don t I' m thru with you motherf ka | |
| Just get out! You put me thru too much heartache | |
| too much shit | |
| I had to go thru I can' t do it no more |
| Got a new gig, here you come again kid | |
| fresh out the dog, done did your bid | |
| but you can' t stay here no more | |
| Not in this crib | |
| Not with the foul way that you used to live | |
| I remember you would take long trips on the first of the month | |
| not giving a f k about what I want | |
| Break uhh! Breathe lyte! Breathe! | |
| The day that you left I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed | |
| cause of your f king death wish | |
| Broken glass everywhere, cause a motherf ka like you just didn' t care | |
| Got my shit shot up, had to buy a new body for my Benz, cause of your wild ass friends | |
| Years ago when you started on the scene, back and forth smuggling shit from Caribbean | |
| It was you and your boy Dunn, making them suicide runs | |
| But it was all in fun till Dunn tried to run with half of your cut | |
| Now your boss is looking at you saying " What the f k is up?" | |
| What' s up? But you say, " F k him" you could start your own ring and things | |
| Besides you get a lot of peeps to swing | |
| Now you got eight men working 7 days a week | |
| 2 be the runners, 5 on the street | |
| 1 be the side kick,, the right hand, you know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man | |
| They' d kill to be where you are, oh yeah! The druglord superstar | |
| You got a new crib, new truck, new car | |
| trying to fit in, throwing parties for them big type rap stars | |
| But on the other side of town, shit is getting hot, your man got shot | |
| and they blew up your tree spot, on 125th and St. Nick, shit is getting thick | |
| Your boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick, now he' s exile | |
| You down to 6 motherf kas and 3 of them motherf kas is nothing but suckas | |
| I got feds at my door wanna know do I know a black | |
| now I ain' t never called ya no shit like that, I' m fed up | |
| I can' t take it no more, you see I' m blazing at the next nigga knocking at my door | |
| I heard you' re on the run now, D is in the penile | |
| ratted your ass out and gave that what, when and how | |
| They' d all kill to be where you are, the druglord superstar | |
| They found a boy in the sand, it was Poppi your man with his eyes dug out and you must | |
| be soft | |
| Heard they shot up your car and ransacked your loft, now you need a get away | |
| a place to hide, cause your man done snitched on the inside | |
| You was on the run like a slave aback in the days, you must have been nodding when | |
| they said | |
| " Crime don' t pay" | |
| I got a new gig, here you come again kid, fresh out the dog | |
| done did your bid but you can' t stay here no more, not in this crib | |
| not with the foul way that you choose to live | |
| Motherf ka you know what | |
| Just, just take your shit all right! Just take it! | |
| Cause I' m sick of this shit I can' t take it no more | |
| just take it, I don' t know who the f k you think you are | |
| Thinking you could just come back here and try to enter my life like I need you | |
| I don t I' m thru with you motherf ka | |
| Just get out! You put me thru too much heartache | |
| too much shit | |
| I had to go thru I can' t do it no more |
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