Letra de Tyrone's Rap

Don't need no rich bitch, to tell me which Fork to use, i paid my dues In a rap-trap building called new york Livin' off beans, greens, and pork In a basement, tenement, No one's got to tell me what it meant To be black, jack Ace of spades All the car-wash washers and day-work maids Can't wash it off, it never fades, It's who you are until you're dead Now ain't that a kick upside the head?! Yeah, i know about pryor and portier, Can't get higher than sugar ray Muhammed ali and doctor j And 90% of the n.b.a Reggie jackson, jesse jackson Michael and mahaliah jackson, Now what's that got to do with me? On the street the only thing i see is: Crack dealers, pocketbook stealers, Coke snorters, times square daughters, Eight year olds who dance for quaters, And tokes and two-line blows New adidas and stereos! That's us! thats it! So don't be tellin' me all that shit!