Lyrics

On the way to the club in the back of the Sprinter Winter in New York with the black chinchilla Remember we was talkin' 'bout LeBron and the Lakers First indication that I knew you's a faker Shoulda been wiser, more observant back then Shoulda seen signs all up in the paintings Up against the wall, all above and behind If my mama was alive, she would say I was blind But back to the story, LeBron and the Lakers I can see your eyes shifty like the Mexican shakers Shoulda seen signs when I passed you the wine Like I said, I was blind Could'vе kept the gator, but I let you in Missеd all the signs, made you a friend Moral of the story, put a hedge around your square You got no spare, and you You, you, you got me hanging on a string now Ooh, you got me hanging You, you, you got me hanging on a string now Time and time and time again Never took a second look at what the hell walked in Young youth, who just had no couth Bought as bright as the squad they call F troop Rough around the edges, green with the wedges Runnin' through the hood to taste some street pleasures Life they say is fluid till it's stuck in stupid You'll count the ways you've been burnt by Cupid Dressed to impress casually New kicks hang gold sits so rightly Street life abound, gotta earn the crown And the eagle might have to take a few breakdowns Throwin' oaks with ruggers, felt like a muppet Had me on a string, strung like a puppet Caught up in the loop, hangin' from a noose Straight off a plate, ate all the soup...Life You, you, You got me hangin' on a string now Ooh, you got me hangin' on a string now Ooh, and that's just the way it is You can stop a suit, 'cause I'm not runnin' As if I was the Terminator, just keep comin' Like I said before, I move pa'lante From the human mix machine, to Lito Brigante Why you wanna worry 'bout the lyrics that I'm kickin'? If it's a Stet show, then believe that I'ma kick it A Stetsasonic show is what it is when you gone Without Frukwan, show's still goin' on Put it like this, it's like a substitute teacher Class is in session and they're still tryna teach ya They won't shut it down 'cause a person is missin' So what's with the attitude and why start dissin'? A blatant disregard for the band is your choice I gotta give you credit, you did have the voice I'm not understandin' the purpose of your raps One plus one is two, do the math You got me hangin' on a string now And I just don't know what to do No, no, no, no, no, no, no You, you, you You got me hanging on a string now Ooh, you got me hanging You, you, you You got me hanging on (straight up)