fame musical - tyrone's rap lyrics
dont need no rich b-tch
to tell me which
fork to use
i paid my dues
in a rat trap building called new york
livin off beans
greens and pork
in a bas-m-nt
tenament
no-ones gotta tell me what its like to be black
jack
ace of spades
all the carwash washers and day work maids
cant wash it off
it never fades
its who you are until you’re dead
no ain’t that a kick upside the head
(instrumental)
now i know about poire and poirtier
can’t get higher than sugar ray
mohammed ali and dr. j
and 90% of the nba
reggie jackson
micheal and mahelia jackson
now whats that got to do with me
on the st–ts the only thing i see
is crack dealers
pocket book stealers
c-ke snorters
time square daughters
eight year olds who dance for quarters
for tokes and two line blows
new adidas and stereos
thats us
thats it
so dont be telling me all that sh-t!
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