[Big Shug] Yeah put the mic down son You done got all you can get from the game Go head and walk away, I got this now, freal I went from, street fighter to beat writer Since I spit it from the heart Im hiphops insider With a feel for the game pop catsll never feel When you fantasize gangster you could never be real But from the game, some are so far removed They transfer themselves into brand new dudes Brand new moves brand new, attitude Greedy motherfuckers wont share they food So we dig deep, reminded of our time on the streets As we sit back and watch these cats turn sweet They so sweet, but claim to be thug I guess thats the effect of your mind on drugs Stay so high, you feel you can fly When you come down, you feel you wanna die I see the eyes, you definitely a lost man No longer the boss man, you payin the cost man Walk away [Big Shug] Lets face it son, its been, over for you Personally, I never, supported your view How could a man, tell another man what to do Just to try to sell a million records, or two Your lost your soul your guts, a long time ago Youse a copycat dude with a copycat flow Copycat tracks, copycat fans I guess now youse, a copycat man Enjoy your 15 minutes, its a short time I know you dont care cause you got Shugs rhyme Soon to be out of the game, no lights no fame But plenty of drugs, to the brain Was it worth it? Yes, for financial gain But for the rest of your life you wake up with pain Now you dont have a clue on the next move to do Its like you never happened, its like no you Walk away son
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