Stop Shammin' - Big Daddy Kane

One-fifty-eight Lewis Avenue 
between Lafayette and Van Buren, that was back during 
the days of hangin on my Bed-Stuy block 
with Spence and Mitch, followin my cousin Murdoch 
All the brothers were real, goin for what they feel 
By the way, peace to my man Sha and Big Neal 
Now in ninety-three I'm still bein me 
You think my 'fridgerator ain't full of Olde E? Huh 
A lot of times I get fly with a suit and a tie 
Yeah I went from rags to riches but I still rock the saggy britches 
And I don't try to act brand new 
Eatin escargots and usin words like "rendezvous" 
The ghetto life I've seen a lot overcome 
make a little money and then forget where they came from 
Livin a plastic lifestyle, you're more false than dentures 
Don't make me pull your file -- stop shammin! 

"Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X) 
[Kane] Stop shammin! 
"Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X) 
[Kane] Stop shammin! 
"Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X) 
[Kane] Stop shammin! 
"Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X) 

So why you wanna be what you're not? 
And claim to have things that you know you ain't got 
You're just a fantasizer -- spendin all your money 
on lustrous pink oil moisturizer 
Just to make your hair curly and thin 
You say, "Black is beautiful," but then you go and bleach your skin 
Money you're worse than Yacub 
cause their are eight stages of graft and you broke down to two 
Plus you got a bad case of jungle fever 
And nmmana-nah-nah I just can't believe ya 
It's quite obvious you don't wanna be a black man 
So what's next - you're gonna join the Klu Klux Klan? 
You sold out to your race and it's a big disgrace