alright,already,da show goes on
all nite,'til da morning,we dream so long
anybody ever wonder when they would see da sun go
just remember when u come up,da show goes on..
have u ever had da feelin' that u was bein' had?
don't that shit there make u mad?they treat u like a slave
put chains all on yo soul and put whips up on yo back
they be lyin' trough they teeth,hope u slip up off yo path
i don't switch up,i just laugh,put ma kicks up on they desk
unaffected by they threats,then get busy on they ass
see,that's how that chi-town made me,that's how ma daddy raised me
that glitterin' may not be gold don't let nobody play me
if u are ma homeboy,u'll nener have to pay me
go on and put yo hands up when times is hard, u stand up
L-U-P da man, 'cause da brand that da fan trust
so even if they ban us,they'll never slow ma plans up..
