Lord Jamar - Who Wanna Be a Star? (It's Brand Nu Baby) lyrics

[Chorus: Sadat X] Who wanna be a star? Be out late night under the moon Got a plan to get dough and be rich by June And all the broads, s**ual, yeah ultimate head But, over one chick I seen two n***as dead Who's God? Know theyself and still know math And be that same bad n***a that's hawkin on the ave It's Brand Nu baby, it's Brand Nu It's Brand Nu baby, it's Brand Nu [Lord Jamar] Uhhh, Lord Jamar, rap caviar Guitar loop in a Jaguar Coupe Combat boots, fatigue suit, n***as that's ready to shoot And "Ready to Die" like Biggie Smalls We can drop our drawers, see who got the bigger balls The way I act'll be forever called a n***a y'all Tattoos on my arms and neck, bomb the set If you havin trouble payin me, pawn the baguettes Cause I be comin armed with, more than a threat All my LG n***as, why don't y'all tell these n***as Treat 'em like paper trees and fell these n***as Now it's all I can do not to smell these n***as These Brooklyn blocks is lookin hot These motherf**in cops, is tryin to put me in they cookin pot But the sh** it ain't gon' never stop Forever playin the block, if you like it or not [Chorus] [Sadat X] At the ba**line I blow your mind at the top When the melody drop - I'm still here It's psycho Western what happened on Creston A-V-E Bronx community, one-eight-three Who is the summer heat for winter leather Rims, rings, neck look gleamy b**h eyes look steamy She said she been smokin outdoor all day Let my find out my Bronx n***as hit you I'll be up when it's {?} When the sun go down, I lose round on the ground One stuck in your crown, whoever zoos rendezvous With they crews, these drawers rip for free And if I can't touch, then I got to pop the clutch Non-touchin broad is a fraud She prayed to the Lord and get f**ed in a Ford And she a bad b**h, daddy rich, cousin used to pitch f*ggot-a** brother gotta switch [Chorus] [Grand Puba] Uhh, now from way back when, when you gettin up goin to work I'm just gettin in, smellin like a pint of gin Up in the rathole, where ghetto b**hes sellin they souls Cause it's after 4 and all the discoes is closed n***a I'm up when you up, and I'm up when you sleep Bouncin around in the black dirty offroad Jeep Wakin people up tryin to sleep Cause like the first time, this time, we makin the beats The undeniable, satisfiable, reliable, Brand Nubian Now you know we come with the bomb So hi-tech, see us on your DVD-ROM Get love from little kids like a Pokemon Everytime we spit that sh** it be our word is bond See I been down in the trenches where projects hazard Where them visions of wire fences and dopefiends ran the yard I ain't the sixth sense, I'm the 7th sense [Chorus] - 2X