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cuban link - radio killed the video star lyrics

[intro]
they can’t stop me now, they can’t block me now
yo, what the? was that be, wanna silence a g
you get too big and they try to pop you down
now they can block me from the radio
but i’m still rockin’ through your stereo
cuba made me, new york raised me
the bronx gave me the first to go crazy

[verse 1]
yo, i want my spot back, these rappers i pop at
actors that pop cr+p, rappin’ over hot tracks
i see y’all got fat eatin’ off the block’s tap
well, i’m about to stop that and give them the block back
yeah, i want my spot back, tuxedo in top hat
like siegel the mob cat, keep that eagle c+cked back
one false move, i’ll leave you in the box flat
’cause these shots, i’ma send that and not even she could block that
yeah, i’m huntin’ n+ggas down like a bobcat
gunnin’ with a hundred rounds from a large cat
infrareds on your head, f+ck a hard hat
’cause wherever that red dot set, i’ma pop that
yahtzee, now let’s see who really wanna test me
like gretzky, i put ’em on like “snipe ’em like wesley”
the feds be all up on my testies but can’t arrest me
i’m a mix of pacino, deniro and pesci
a recipe for murder, i can chef it in a persona
sp+ce trap, even on cd, i got the burner
so be a fast learner and become a cash earner
or your ass is gon’ turn up in the trash back burner
n+ggas better firm up, get fitted and athletic
or the medics’ll pull up to your crib like calisthenics
yes, i said it, let ’em replace your body with prosthetics
a sweet n+gga, that’s why my clips are diabetic
[chorus]
now they can block me from the radio
but i’m still rockin’ through your stereo
cuba made me, new york raised me
the bronx gave me the first to go crazy
try to stop my video ’cause i be havin’ all them pretty hoes
shoutout the ladies, no if’s, ands or maybes
love me or hate me, f+ck you payin’ me

[verse 2]
i stay clipped up, mask and glove fashion when i’m writin’, like a stick+up
so give up the cash ‘fore i blast and tighten your wig up
the lyrical assassin on the mic and i’m quicked up
yeah, they crackin’ like the clash of titans, b+tch up
on that ass faster than lightning, so hitch up
like a tyson jab in the fight and make you b+tch up
they actions ain’t matchin’ what they recitin’, they switch+up
like obama with they passion for bitin’, they get tucked
f+ck a politician ’cause the clock is tickin’
once i pop the clip in them, the hollows follow tradition
and they ain’t missin’, they hittin’ every part that they pickin’
from your heart to you thinkin’, leave every artery trippin’
that bullsh+ttin’, frontin’ for the press
you’re more like pimpen after jordan left, b+tch, i’m more than scorin’ less
y’all wanna be like mike so i’ma post a shorter tec
f+ck the ref ’cause i’ma put twenty+three across the check
[chorus]
now they can block me from the radio
but i’m still rockin’ through your stereo
cuba made me, new york raised me
the bronx gave me the first to go crazy
try to stop my video ’cause i be havin’ all them pretty hoes
shoutout the ladies, no if’s, ands or maybes
love me or hate me, f+ck you payin’ me

[outro]
that’s right, pay me, motherf+cker
you know what it is
one day, y’all on the bullsh+t and y’all know me
y’all know don’t me, man
noe we going to take it face to face like a fairfield case
radio can’t stop me, videos can’t stop me
i do this sh+t, grindin’ out from the motherf+ckin’ streets on up
yeah, you heard? start to finish

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