One-fifty-eight Lewis Avenue
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between Lafayette and Van Buren, that was back during
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the days of hangin on my Bed-Stuy block
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with Spence and Mitch, followin my cousin Murdoch
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All the brothers were real, goin for what they feel
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By the way, peace to my man Sha and Big Neal
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Now in ninety-three I'm still bein me
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You think my 'fridgerator ain't full of Olde E? Huh
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A lot of times I get fly with a suit and a tie
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Yeah I went from rags to riches but I still rock the saggy britches
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And I don't try to act brand new
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Eatin escargots and usin words like "rendezvous"
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The ghetto life I've seen a lot overcome
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make a little money and then forget where they came from
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Livin a plastic lifestyle, you're more false than dentures
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Don't make me pull your file -- stop shammin!
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"Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X)
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[Kane]Stop shammin!
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"Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X)
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[Kane]Stop shammin!
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"Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X)
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[Kane]Stop shammin!
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"Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X)
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So why you wanna be what you're not?
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And claim to have things that you know you ain't got
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You're just a fantasizer -- spendin all your money
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on lustrous pink oil moisturizer
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Just to make your hair curly and thin
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You say, "Black is beautiful," but then you go and bleach your skin
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Money you're worse than Yacub
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cause their are eight stages of graft and you broke down to two
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Plus you got a bad case of jungle fever
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And nmmana-nah-nah I just can't believe ya
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It's quite obvious you don't wanna be a black man
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So what's next - you're gonna join the Klu Klux Klan?
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You sold out to your race and it's a big disgrace
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You can't look your own people in the face
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You wonder why it ain't no black schools or hospitals
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You're makin millions of dollars and it's pitiful
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that you can donate to leukemia all the time
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But you can't give the Nation of Islam a dime
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They mention Muslims, you change the subject
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You can't even shake Farrakhan hand in public
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That whole busy attitude is a sham
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Umm bro, umm brother, umm.. Brougham, stop shammin!
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"Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X)
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[Kane]Stop shammin!
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"Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X)
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[Kane]Stop shammin!
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"Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X)
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[Kane]Stop shammin!
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"Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X)
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"Change the groove and funk it up a little bit"
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I look in the mirror, at times I say, "Damn Black Caesar;
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how'd you get to be the woman pleaser?"
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Cause I remember when girls didn't notice me
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And now they wanna Come and Talk To Me like Jodeci
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It's strange, how back in the days I couldn't get with em
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Now all of a sudden the honies they wanna give me rhythm
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Well I'ma hit it, but still I show no pity
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So I hope you don't think you gonna be in my next video
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And many brothers I never even ran with
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be actin like they been hangin with me since I was a kid
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I mean just to get a piece of the action
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Man they start rememberin more times than Michael Jackson
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But I can't fade to the tag-alongs
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that want me to drag em on
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Frontin like a friend just so I can put em in
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But you cuttin yourself paper thin - stop shammin!
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"Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X)
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[Kane]Stop shammin!
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"Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X)
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[Kane]Stop shammin!
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"Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X)
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[Kane]Yo, stop shammin!
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"Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X)
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[Kane]And I'm out
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Stop Shammin'
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Big Daddy Kane |