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Masta Ace - No Regrets lyrics
Woman interviewing Ace: "Okay Ace, one more question before we rap this one up is: Considering how long you've been in the game, all the places you been and all the songs that you've done and all the cats you've worked with, is there anything you'd do differently? What I mean to say is, do you have any regrets?" If I never recorded another song If I was wrong, and nothin' I spitted was ever strong If I never perform at another venue If this genuine love doesn't continue If none of my records was ever sold If I fold, and I never see platinum or even gold If no one ever again can recall, if I stalled And start workin' part time at the mall If theres no more shows for be to dabble in No more travelin', leavin' the show in Maryland If none of my songs that ever been never spin In heavy rotation ever again If I don't do a song to insight millions Or get a video done by Hype Williams If theres never a chance again to be seen On the pages inside of another magazine If the luxuries in life I can't ? or afford If I never win the Billboard or the Source award I wouldn't want ya pity or ya sympathy Even if Marley never put me on The Symphony But I gotta admit it I'm glad he did it Its considered the first verse I ever spitted I release I'm still apart of history I learned the key to victory, its not a mystery See I got alotta love for what I do in life And after this I'm then I'ma find somethin' new in life I guarantee ya it'll be somthin' that I really love I give thanks for my life to God up above That I'm blessed to have a job I enjoy doin' And now as a man doin' what I was a boy doin' The only difference is now I get to eat from it I never though I would be known on the street from it And if not one fan that shows gratitude And if they see me they walk by with an attitude It was still an enjoyable ride Yeah, big up to Kane, Biz Mark and The Pharcyde And of course to all of my past labelmates Y'all keep on risin' like the cable rates Ay yo, Premier and Guru, this goes out to you Special Ed and Buckshot, this a shout to you I don't know if its the end but yo it might be Big up to Q-Tip, Alicia Heed and Spike Lee And everybody in the game I ever worked with And all the chicks up in the game I used to flirt with But if I never get another piece of show coochie Never see no Louie Vattone or no Gucci No more suede and linen or designer denim No more Jeeps with 1,000 watt systems in 'em No more sittin' on chrome with those Parelli shoes No more gettin' my name up in the daily news No more Lexus, Coups, Beamers and Benzes No more Cardiae frames with colored lenses No more chains and bracelete, and no baguettes But for what its worth yo, I got no regrets |
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