Star Wars lyrics

by

Pete Rock


[Produced by Large Professor]

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
For n*ggas up in they mom's crib listenin'
To this unadulterated Nas sh*t, wishin' it was them
Instead of, me on this track on this beach with palm trees
Drinks with umbrellas straws telling it raw
Jungle of concrete killers and snakes I was amongst that
Bundles of crack through this funnel that's black
I want you to vision through my telescope, see the hell I wrote
It's Reynolds when I Wrap it like a envelope package
And they was into dope back then
Numbers, pimpin' and robbin', well they still robbin and pimpin'
But it's small change compare to hip hoppin'
And did I mention millions because of lip poppin'
Trips expensive gift shoppin' whip drivin'
Benzes, Jeeps, see, them and they b*tch got one
It's shockin' you thinkin' naw it's just rhymin'
But all this time it's like organized crimin'
For instance, there was a time when there was a line
Between streets and business, but now peep how it's mixed in
The beef is now sickenin', everybody got paper
Words of power, because of it the cops hate ya
The government watchin' all of those who thuggin' it
They wanna lock us up 'cause they kids are lovin' it
Not knowin that most rappers are straight ass
The shots ring out, whenever we clash, it's Star Wars
[Chorus]
We call it Star Wars
What happens when the shots ring out, Star Wars
We call it Star Wars

[Verse 2]
Caviar never, I rather the Cajun blacken
Catfish, no snails, simple n*gga to please
Met a bad b*tch dimples in her cheeks
She remembers Busy Bee battles when it was peace
Caught myself driftin' in thought, 'cause now it's different I thought
n*ggas was raised off the sh*t I record
Like I was brought up off that Planet Rock
Kurtis Blow, James Todd Smith, Shan and Scott LaRock in the jams
Why would they f*ck with a don, Jehovah witness
Him and his co-defendants, I eat 'em like Lucky Charms
With two percent low fat milk, five percent pro black built
It's nothin' mother had a motherf*cker
I don't think about it n*ggas talkin' there's a lot of gossip
That I'm a prophet or I can't go back to my projects
Can I? Does a plant grow from a pot? Yes
Do trees grow from a forest? MC's y'all are clitoris
Y'all n*ggas roll with any click that's winnin' any crew
Doin' whatever's trendy, even they envy me too
Ain't enough room in this town
What is beef between ghetto word spitters with crowns? Star Wars
[Chorus]
'Cause this is Star Wars, shots ring out everywhere, Star Wars
'Cause this is Star Wars, shots ring out

[Verse 3]
This ain't, no Oscars or MTV or Joan Rivers fashion police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because the game was supposed to be sold, we live it
Came from the streets we the voice of the youth
America's nightmare was given a mic booth
Nike boots, leathers and jean, jewelry, cribs and cars
Rappers not dependin' on your nine to five jobs
Entertainment, this is our world, this is our language
Different regions speakin' east and west gang sh*t
You got your positive sh*t like, Common Sense
But even he had drama with the Don Mega Cube
Acknowledge the words get twisted at times it's rules
What you think is different from the block whenever we feud
f*ck your pictures and your plaques, your tours and autographs
Don't trust b*tches and n*ggas who tell you your all of that
'Cause, they'll be in your enemies face, sayin' it's safe
To run in your release party sprayin' the place
Or catch you when you least on point, puttin' your keys in the door
Behind you with your seeds in KB Toys store
Maybe the words get disrespectful now your n*ggas check you
"You 'gon let that n*gga play you, you know we 'gon rep you"
Next mornin' every news channel and front page
Headlines another rapper was slayed, this is Star Wars
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