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Now everybody wants to have fame |
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But you'll pay the price if you're not plain' it by the game |
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Cuz this game is made up of a bunch of crazy rules, |
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And fools get took if they're not plaing by the rules. |
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Now, the ice is kickin' it, kickin' it kickin' it like a champ, |
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But don't try to play me like some wet food stamp. |
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They say that it was a fluke, |
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Cuz i used a fat loop, |
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But here's the sccop, troop |
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The ice is back to make it hoop. |
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An' since it's 94, and now i'm back on the scene, |
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Escapin from the hell of takin' it to the extreme. |
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It's kind of strange, cuz people say you've changed... |
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But i never changed, |
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Even though i got fame, |
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Yo, i'm still the same...ugh! |
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Fame, i'm still the same person, |
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I never ever switch, an' even if i'm rich. |
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But now it's like an itch, |
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Cuz i love the music. |
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They say i do it for the money, |
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And it's funny, clockin' all the honeys; |
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The ones that used to dis - now they wanna kiss. |
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Lookin' at what my troops got, |
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Now they're getting their boots knocked. |
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Damn it's a shame - do i love 'em |
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No i don't 'g'. |
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A couple of yeas ago, they didn't want me |
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Now i got these so called friends, |
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It's down with the ice, |
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Cuz they know i'm makin' ends. |
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But my real friends have been friends through the fame. |
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An' since i have fame ain't a damn thing changed, |
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Yo i'm still the same...ugh! |
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And let me tell you about the pros and the cons, |
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Fame only lasts if you keep droppin' them bombs. |
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Now in the public eye - you know i'm havin' to admit it, |
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You become a target for a whole lot of critics. |
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Reporters stickin' to ya like white on rice. |
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Now everywhere i go they wanna interview the ice. |
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Before every show it's like i'm steadily surrounded |
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By all of my fans and the media's houndin' |
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This is not a dis cuz i love all my fans, |
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But the media doesn't really understand. |
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They take what ya say, twist it around into lies, |
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And the next thing ya know, |
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A bunch of rumors start to fly. |
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Then they try to make you out to be a straight liar, |
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And next you'll be the front page of hte national enquirer. |
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Oh what a price to pay to play this crazy game, |
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You betta' be prepared if you ever reach fame. |
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Yo, i'm still the same...ugh! |
