Who Wanna Be A Star? (It's Brand Nu Baby!) (Instr.)-Brand Nubian

Who Wanna Be A Star? (It's Brand Nu Baby!) (Instr.) - Brand Nubian (Chorus: Sadat X) Who wanna be a star? Be out late night under the moon Got a plan to get dough and be rich by June And all the broads, sexual, yeah ultimate head But, over one chick I seen two niggaz dead Who's God? Know theyself and still know math And be that same bad ni**a that's hawkin on the ave It's Brand Nu baby, it's Brand Nu It's Brand Nu baby, it's Brand Nu (Lord Jamar) Uhhh, Lord Jamar, rap caviar Guitar loop in a Jaguar Coupe Combat boots, fatigue suit, niggaz that's ready to shoot And "ready to die" like biggie smalls We can drop our drawers, see who got the bigger balls The way I act'll be forever called a ni**a y'all Tattoos on my arms and neck, bomb the set If you havin trouble payin me, pawn the baguettes Cause I be comin armed with, more than a threat All my LG niggaz, why don't y'all tell these niggaz Treat 'em like paper trees and fell these niggaz Now it's all I can do not to smell these niggaz These Brooklyn blocks is lookin hot These motherf**kin cops, is tryin to put me in they cookin pot But the sh*t it ain't gon' never stop Forever playin the block, if you like it or not (Chorus) (Sadat X) At the bassline I blow your mind at the top When the melody drop - I'm still here It's psycho Western what happened on Creston A-V-E Bronx community, one-eight-three Who is the summer heat for winter leather Rims, rings, neck look gleamy b**ch eyes look steamy She said she been smokin outdoor all day Let my find out my Bronx niggaz hit you I'll be up when it's {?} When the sun go down, I lose round on the ground One stuck in your crown, whoever zoos rendezvous With they crews, these drawers rip for free And if I can't touch, then I got to pop the clutch Non-touchin broad is a fraud She prayed to the Lord and get f**ked in a Ford And she a bad b**ch, daddy rich, cousin used to pitch Faggot-a** brother gotta switch (Chorus) (Grand Puba) Uhh, now from way back when, when you gettin up goin to work I'm just gettin in, smellin like a pint of gin Up in the rathole, where ghetto b**ches sellin they souls Cause it's after 4 and all the discoes is closed Ni**a I'm up when you up, and I'm up when you sleep Bouncin around in the black dirty offroad Jeep Wakin people up tryin to sleep Cause like the first time, this time, we makin the beats The undeniable, satisfiable, reliable, Brand Nubian Now you know we come with the bomb So hi-tech, see us on your DVD-ROM Get love from little kids like a Pokemon Everytime we spit that sh*t it be our word is bond See I been down in the trenches where projects hazard Where them visions of wire fences and dopefiends ran the yard I ain't the sixth sense, I'm the 7th sense (Chorus x2)