Stages And Lights

Yeah, yeah Once again as we join Sadat X On the great hunt for dough Along with my man Show B-i-z Representin D.I.T.C Wild Cowboys make a lotta noise [ Hook ] Stages and cameras and lights don't affect me Same on the wax as the same on the street (2x) Now for the good things in life, Show, let's keep this crowd minglin Been everywhere like twice, my latest trip been to England Learned this whole scene from the Grand Puba Peace to Lord Jamar and Nas Escobar My people Crime Family, they finally got a chance Long live Ralph McDaniel and his crazy man Sam My man [Name], can I get a suit from Mecca? Brother [Name] from Karl Kani, can I get a shirt so I can be fly? I'd also like a Walker Wear suit made from April Hit me off in May when I'm heard on Ed and Dre, Scoop Jackson on the late night, New Jersey week night Honeys from Passaic, my joint they better play it Rhyme after rhyme after rhyme after rhyme Line after line after line after line Somebody said did I know my man Kid Capri? I grew up on him and my man Brucie Bee The lone mic for hire like the viking If shit ain't to my liking I run and get the axe It's not that I'm a racist, it's just I'm pro-blacks You can't sleep in this here game Cause there's cheese and There's a million MC's in public housin A nigga'll step on your back Just to get a crack Got to go reign, the whole thing is like a game I ain't never been gold, but I got the platinum fame Like this [ Hook ] My energetic show is just half of the picture I take your suggestion, no question inflicted Add to it, then get bad to it The music man and I got what's hot I be the pleasure principle Reignin and restrain from buggin out And luggin out the heavy arms I'm to rap what Allen Iverson's to Georgetown The truth sayer, never team player I move, groove, groove and parlay If I could bone every day, would I go that way? Check it out At first I'll take a little lead to lead the whole world Jump and make the earth shake and expose the fake This is no coincidence, this was bound to be Tell the young history is bein made Goin backwards I had a low one, a baldie, and a fade Bein fresher neverthelesser makes me go all out Cause I'm out in the street too much Not to be too clutched Showbiz is my man, no question, ace Hit me off with the head-nod ??? My tunnel vision has my shit on collision We're makin dough, makin investments And stackin up the property 30 years from now the young boys is livin properly As the foundin father Of the style that niggas ain't even bother to find out It will blow your mind out Missioned in the circles of royalty Wild Cowboys I owe my whole loyalty At the scene of the crime, the new essence of the rhyme Comes out like a dime piece, braided and shredded Wack rappers get mean shouts from my team The riches, the bitches and all the fan fanfare But I stay aware just like the black bear '96 is my year [ Hook ]