David Bars, Fat Joe - A Star is Born lyrics

Aye yo Buck man, this shit
This shit like the quiet before the storm
You know? Dave Bars,  Coca the Don
Ok

Blow the horns a star is born
When we come through quiet storm
Who you talking to? Quiet storm
You fuckin' with who? Quiet storm

Since the fire hit the pipes
I been burn money
These niggas running round here
With intern money
Go figure, Balmain gold zippers
They say you get it fast then
It's bound to go quicker
Four chicken wings fried rice and malt liquor
Now we doing chow sautes and roll scriptures
Told y'all niggas get rich or die tryin'
I ain't fuckin' with the Knicks
Unless they sign Zion
We be pullin' in them Wraiths
Y'all niggas just park cars
I'm a giant like Goliath, ask Dave I got bars
And you can thank Spike
For the motion pictures
A couple Jesus in ice
That’s the frozen scriptures
The whole team rockin', I mean Remy poppin'
A poppin'
Pick and roll Khaled Malone and I'm Stockin’
And you wonder why these niggas depressed
We sellin' the same dope I
Just pitch it the best crack

I use no ink when I write it
Spill my blood on the track
And for the dough, that's word to Joe I used
To bubble with crack
Pot whippin', block different
Knocks different, stock different
As of now my stock went up
I'm Jordan not Pippen
Careful when you address me
Don't have a stylist to dress me
I pass every time they test me that
Shit you do don't impress me
I'm done with that
I'm runnin' laps gon’ be hard to catch me
Heard it's lonely at the top but it's
Distant from where the rest be
I started from the ground and they
Ain't pay me no mind
Look at me now I'm H-igh you
Better pay me on time
They say I'm crazy that's fine
You try play me that's fire
That's in my past and when I pass
I see you wave from behind
Don't catch me waving a nine I'd
Rather mack with a 10
Keep a Mac in the back of the
Ac with the passion to win
Actually laughing at rappers I pass
The Mac to my friend
Actual facts when I rap I
Don't never have to pretend bars