Fallen Star

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Ayo, waddup Mr. Star We'll make you see stars Cuz I can pop niggas like my niggas pop cars I serve muthafuckas like bars Since I don't live in the sky Don't classify me as a star Now I don't give a fuck, if a sucka duck was flattin em He won't be livin' fat with a bullet from a gat in him You just anotha sucka starin' hard, bitch You fuck around and try to step and catch a scar stitch I don't look for beef, but when I look for beef I take my car and park it in the mothafuckin' meat market You couldn't throw blows if your mouth had arms And couldn't blow up if your ass was a bomb So what you did a couple shows on MTV Raps, chap Unless you got a faster chance, just pickin up cat Cause I'm the real rapper, grabbin label people by the collar Then droppin muthafuckas like the value of a dollar If you don't pump my shit, you can still get a hit But not on the charts, put the bullet to ya heart You'll never find another brother true-r to the game So, you'll never see my name on the fuckin Walk of Fame I'm true to Hip Hop, but not the props, it's a start If you try to flip your drop, no matter who you are [Hook] "No matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar" Any rapper try to front'll be a Fallen Star "No matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar" Any rapper try to front'll be a Fallen Star [Verse 2] Your style is grotesque, but I'll flow fresh, you be no test You shouldn't bother at your father cause he knows best I think I burnt the back in 1989's gap Two old-skool muthafuckas still tryin' to rhyme It makes me wonder what has gotten pon your mind I'm at the sup-er cup, while you're coolin at the Klein Ayo, I break you up just like a bag of pork rinds The only reason I don't eat you up; I don't swine I beat ya like Slick did a dick when doin time If Doug E. was your name, you couldn't kick it wood rhymes Now how you think you could do a tour around the world? When the only way the crowd yells "Ho!", is if they see your girl You don't impress me cause you're messy like a Jheri curl You come up short like Joe Pesci and a midget girl Cause if you step, I'll take you out just like a booger, chill You get jerked, like if you just got signed to Sugar Hill If any old-skool rapper feel he gettin jelly, hell Then we can do this shit like KRS and Melle Mel And it's the one that write the Source that they can tell he fell I ain't the boss, but never lost and now I'm very well To conquer I, you must beat originality I be the psi, gots the ill mentality And if you wanna battle me, you're gonna catch a scar You'll be a Fallen Star, no matter who you are [Hook] "No matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar" Any rapper try to front'll be a Fallen Star "No matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar" Any rapper try to front'll be a Fallen Star [Verse 3] When I kick it to a jam, I ain't packin' on no block Cause I came to fuckin' rock, not see a brother shot I got a G on my arm, I'm tokin' on the bomb Tryna stayin' out the door to start the rippin' up the show, but What do you know? There's a sucka duck who wants to test Talkin' about I "better pass the blunt or up the cess" Well I guess this is somethin' kinda law that When niggas make papes from tapes; they ain't raw Well I guess the nigga snore with the crack to the jaw Wasn't kickin' no rhyme, but his ass on the floor With like 20 niggas more, they get used for penicilin Cause we surely black-united when we illin' No matter who you are [Hook] "No matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar" Any rapper try to front'll be a Fallen Star "No matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar" Any rapper try to front'll be a Fallen Star