Think you've had enough- Stop talking, help us get ready Think you've had enough- Big business, after the shakeup Think you've had enough- Stop talking
There is nothing that is stronger than the feeling that you get When your eyes are wide open There is nothing like the feeling, you can never forget
A great big house- with nothing in it He comes home says "Now wait a minute" He's comin' in She's goin' out He turns around says, "What's that about?"
Well it ain't my fault My fault that things gone wrong And it ain't my fault, Some things are sticking out. My big hands Keep my big hand to myself.
When time is tight. Huh? You can use it. Uh-huh. Gonna break this up. What? Before we lose it. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. We just let things slide. All the way
Well, I'm dressed up so nice An' I'm doin' my best Yes I'm startin' over.. Startin' over in another place Lemme tell you a story Big chief with a golden
in lights If they can find enough bulbs We searched Broadway on and off For singers with a cough We had tryouts and auditions by the score And to trip
week A bowl of soup later and a pat on the shoulder And by midnight, they're back on the street They walk to the corner of 4th street and Broadway Then
the rain, in the heat When Ray plays his harp in the key of red wine Ain't seen a dime all day So I play what the kids wanna hear While I sponge on Broadway
re a native New Yorker You should know the score by now You're a native New Yorker You should know the score You should know the score by now You're
still sling cracks and I know why they call it fish scale From Colombia to New York on a boat the shit sells Tell a weak sore, and when I score I'ma
for move fakin? Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway
New York City And oh, where did all those yesterdays go (yesterdays go) When you still believed love could really be like a Broadway show (like a Broadway
actually That way though pseudo homo phony Maybe it's a stupid theory or maybe just stupidity But if I was a queer bee in the fashion industry Scoring
be back on the subway Y'all act like bitches what y'all thought the 4-4 play? I don't even know my father, heard he did time on a broadway You might
wanna hear Let me see where I started at Hood cats are part of where it started at, no doubt We hustle hard to keep the shark's fear, yeah For the score
FREDDY I thought I'd seen it all, I thought I knew the score. But coming here, I've found a world I'd never seen before. Now I know Where I belong-
can find enough bulbs. MAX & LEO: We searched Broadway on and off For singers with a cough We had tryouts and auditions by the score And to trip the
