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Don't let money change ya |
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Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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This is a story of a kid |
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His name is Cisko |
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Who made more money |
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Than the Count of Monte Crisco |
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He lived a lavish style of life |
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Fast money, women, cars |
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And he liked to frequent bars, pubs and disco's |
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Made his livin' as a world famous rap star |
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When he first started mic respect's |
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What he was after |
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And so he got inside his mind |
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Day and night, and he'd write |
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Constantly his art and craft |
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He'd try to master |
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Started winnin' local battles |
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And his rep grew |
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Gave his crew a reputation |
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As the best crew |
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And what life would do to him |
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All the cards that was hard |
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Pen and pad, stress relief |
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Would be his refuge |
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Paid his dues, doing shows |
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Now he's on track |
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In the lab, pumping demos |
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Makin' songs fat |
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Then he quit his nine to five |
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Finally his time arrived |
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When he signed a major label record contract |
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Don't let money change ya |
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Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Laaaaah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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His first single was a overnight success hit |
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And now he went from wearing rags to the best fits |
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All his new acquitances |
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Gassed his head, takin' it |
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To the point where he lost proper perspective |
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Started cuttin' off the people |
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He came up wit |
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Ego blown like his soul had been abducted |
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Though his heart was once real |
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Now material has filled |
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Up his world, and he couldn't get enough of it |
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Used to wanna be the best of the rap dons |
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Now his only one concern is goin' platinum |
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And his skills has since decreased |
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And the inner hunger ceased |
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Now content, just as long as fame and cash come |
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He's a big willie now, rappin' 'bout cars |
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Thousand dollar shoppin' sprees |
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Hangin' out with stars |
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I mean just a year ago, he was broke |
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Bummin' money, drinkin' out the 40 bottle, livin' outdoors |
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Don't let money change ya |
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Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Second L.P, my rap changes fast |
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Here today, gone tomorrow |
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Now his label passed |
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Now the new poster boy |
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With the hip now sound |
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Second time around everything isn't stable as |
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It once was, now he's lookin' for the same hit |
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But his sound is played |
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He forget to change wit |
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Them old hit rhymes, no one feelin' him |
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His rhymes ain't appealin' anymore |
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And his records ain't sellin' shit |
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Now he's dropped from his label |
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And he's goin' broke |
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Tried the underground return |
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Ghetto pass revoked |
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And the same faces that he dissed |
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On his way, to the top |
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Laughed as they watched him do the downstroke |
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Now the moral of the story is that some go |
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Why would money make the inner vision crumble? |
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So if you're blessed with the talent |
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Utilize it to the fullest |
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Be true to yourself and stay humble |
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Don't let money change ya |
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Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Don't let money change ya! |
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Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Don't let money change ya! |
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Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Laah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
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Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah |
