Artist: Kryme Life Album: The Kryme Wave Song: Stars & Stripes Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Kryme Life] Aiyo, give me some muthafucking elbow room, man Give me some elbow room, watch out, watch out, nigga I got something to say, check it out, right All my real niggas out there, what's up, nigga From coast to coast, hood to hood They gon' feel this shit [Kryme Life] Yo, seem like we came up, so quick, so fast On the road to the riches, nigga, fuck rags Fresh threads for them bitches, straight out the bags Popping tags, ripping wood, mashing on the gas It's all real in the field, four-four mags Stashed right under the wheel, niggas know the drill Big city life, blow hard for that skrill Legs keep running til my hands touch a mill Those flows keep coming, thoughs are more ill Offers more deals, they still can't off us Cross us, more kills, beats knocking 'em dead Pound for pound, the hood put a tag on my head We get down, get down, thoroughbreds, repping New York City For Staten Island, I'mma keep the borough fed This for my Verrazano villains and them Ferry kids And all my niggas rolling heavy, screaming let me live [Chorus: Kryme Life] Y'all niggas may be stars, but I earned my stripes From going hard, nah, I didn't blow overnight I don't hate niggas just erase niggas for the cause I paid the cost to be the boss, I earned the right Then burned ya likes, all my life I've been struggling, searching for the light, yeah, I'mma brawl Even with my back against the wall Yo, I paid the cost to be the boss, I earned my stripes [Kryme Life] Kryme down for whatever, think clever, move swift All black leathers, seventeen in the desert When you feel these hot ones, it wont be pleasant After you get popped, dunn, you won't be present Even, everybody start ducking or bleeding Fuck it, acting like they ain't budging or leaving See how quick niggas go from, thugging to pleading At the services, your love ones, hugging and grieving You was on the block screwing, now you up in the precint Yeah, I know what you doing, info releasing What part of the game you playing, we leave all rats to hang A shell for every letter in the name Niggas ain't respecting the game, alot of you don't get respect Cuz you lame, playing, and it's a shame Yeah, I'm sharp enough to screw all you dummies, it's Kryme Life Call me Blue Dollars cuz I stay cool getting money [Chorus] [Kryme Life] I'm in the club, it's big toast in the house Muthafuckas better watch they mouth, in a second you can get seven Street don status, wish you had it Make niggas kiss the ring now get embarassed Still repping, niggas tried to jerk me on my cream 2000, six years later, still selling dreams You cowards see how I'm moving, nigga, I got the team We produce hit records, my niggas got the gleam You fun boys wanna step in the game like you established Turn around, now they on they asses I'm just laughing, shit happens Niggas said they want the belt, then come grab it Guaranteed I bust ya cabbage for the rabbits Cut my food up like carrots, ain't nothing new Nothing else to do but bag it, then we make it all disappear like magic We do it first [Chorus]