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Ghetto Supastar (That Is What You Are)
You Can't Stop The Pras

Ghetto Supastar (That Is What You Are)

[Featuring Ol' Dirty Bastard, Mya]

Man man, look up at the sky
All the stars man, the stars is beautiful tonight
Look at em!

Chorus: Mya

Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin from afar, reachin for the stars
Run away with me, to another place
We can rely on each other, uh-huh
From one corner, to another, uh-huh

Uh, yeah, yo, yo
Some got, hopes and dreams, we got, ways and means
The surpreme dream team, always up with the schemes
From hubcaps to sellin raps, name your theme
My rise to the top, floatin on this cream
Who the hell wanna stop me, I hated those who doubt me
A million ReFugees with unlimited warranties
Black Ceasar, dating top divas
Diplomatic immunity, no time for a Visa
And just because, I'ma shoot them one by one
Got five sides to me, somethin like a pentagon
Strike with the forces of King Solomon
Lettin bygone be bygone, and so on, and so on
I'ma teach this cat, how to live in the ghetto
Keepin it retro-spective from the get go
Lay low, let my mind shine like a halo
P-P-Politic with ghetto senators on the d-low


[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
One two, and you don't stop, yo
My eyes is sore, bein the senator
Behind closed doors hittin truth to the seafloor
The rich go North ignore, the tug of war
While the kids are poor, open more and better drug stores
So I became hardcore, couldn't take it no more
I'ma reveal EVERYTHING, change the law
I find myself, walkin the streets
Tryin to find what's really goin on in the streets

Yea, yo, yo, yo
Now every dog got his day, needless to say
When the chief away that's when them cats want to play
I told you, dance around these fools like Cassius Clay
Stretch my heater and make you do a pas de bourre
Kick your balls like Pele, pick em doin ballet
Peak like Dante, broader than Broadway
Get applause like a matador, crowd yellin !Ole!
Who the hell wanna see me, from B.K., to Cali
Come on


Yeah... yo, yeah
Just when you thought it was safe in a common place
Showcase your finances, losin bets in the horse race
Two faced, gettin defaced, out like Scarface
Throw your roll money, let me put on my screwface

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Well I'm paranoid at the things I said
Wonderin what's the penalty from day to day, I'm hangin out
partyin with girls that never die, the C.O.'s
pickin on the small fries, my campaign tellin lies
Was just spreadin my love, didn't know my love
was the one holdin the gun in the glove
But it's all good as long as it's understood
It's all together now, in the hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood


Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh
All Stars, yeah yeah yeah


Sing it baby, sing it babyeeeeeeeeee
To another, aheoehahahahhhhhhhhh
Yeahhhh, heeeee, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Yeahhhh, heeeee, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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You Can't Stop The Pras

[Prakazrel "Pras"] - One Verse
Is this fuckin' mic on or what?
In a daze, I walk for miles like Isaac Hayes
Run relays where your team gets delayed
She keep a magnum by the ashtray
When Pras come to visit with John Forte' !
Dining out, in a five star cuisine
Stretch, double R invisible limousine
Riding down your block never to be seen
The supreme dream team is a money machine
You a fiend, I'm a king
Watch me, do my thing
Money like DeNiro
The squad's sub-zero
You chicken parmesan hero eatin' while I'm winning
I've been living, my team's stealing, you're still wishing
Still bitching, still fishing, still snitching!
Penny pinching, having meetings in your kitchen
Send my man shotty, clips to your body
Jewels from Liberace, partin like Dolly (Parton)
Yo, Yo, Check it!
I dedicate this piece to my peeps who roam the streets
God bless their soul, may they each rest in peace
There's those who finance and those who choose to lease
Whatever suits you, whether on a term of your lease
Different strokes for different folks, GOD!
I refuse to going back to being broke, LORD!
He got struck with lightning he got hit, HARD!
Faces twenty like two maximum
His whole life was scarred!
The Preacher's Son and I, came off the Santa Maria
Ten case amount of, then caught the diarrhea
Whole load of Refugees on the aircraft carrier
Some say Dirty Cash? We never heard of ya
You never heard of me? Yeah, well check your Billboard, yeah, you'll see!
From the heart of Kingston, to the streets of Brooklyn-Marcy
All the way to the highest peak of any frequency, unhh!
Illegal aliens, them all run invasions
Broadcasting all over your radio stations
Mathematics, lead me to believe
there's mysteries in numbers
Lightning and thunder
Enough, ribbons in the sky
To make Stevie Wonder
and man it works, to say I come from down under
The wiz kid got no ride
You frontin' at the bar
You ain't a star
You rolled up in somebody else's car
You know the deal! BMW, Black Man Walking, came home your
Timberland was talkin'!

[Pras - Outro]
What?! Ha Ha! Ha Ha Ha!!
Yo, Skribble man this is some bugged out freestyle! For the Nine-Seven!
This is Dirty Cash, Pras, and I'm out!
Yo, man thanks for lettin' me be on here yo, you know what I'm sayin'?
Pick up The Car---!
Pick up The---!
Pick up The---!
Pick up The---!
Pick up The Carnival y'all! Pick up The Carnival!

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