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Fame Soundtrack Miscellaneous Tyrone's Rap Don't need no rich bitch, to tell me which Fork to use, I paid my dues In a rap-trap building called New York Livin' off beans, greens, and pork In a basement, tenement, no one's got to tell me what it meant To be black, jack Ace of spades All the car-wash washers and day-work maids Can't wash it off, it never fades, It's who you are until you're dead Now ain't that a kick upside the head?! Yeah, I know about Pryor and Portier, Can't get higher than Sugar ray Muhammed Ali and Doctor J And 90% of the N.B.A Reggie Jackson, Jesse Jackson Michael and Mahaliah Jackson, Now what's that got to do with me? On the street the only thing I see is: Crack dealers, pocketbook stealers, Coke snorters, Times Square daughters, Eight year olds who dance for quaters, And tokes and two-line blows New Adidas and stereos! That's us! Thats it! So don't be tellin' me all that shit! |
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