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Albums:

The Best of Najee (Najee) · The Best of Najee (Najee) · Najee's Theme (Najee) · Najee's Theme (Najee) · Street Giveth...And the Street Taketh Away [Bonus Tracks] (Cat Mother & The All Night News Boys) · 21 Jump Street: 13 Brand Hot Street Hits! (Hutchinson, Hutch) · 52nd Street: Street of Jazz (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Canal Street Confidential [Deluxe] (Curren$y) · Street Corner Essentials (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Lonely Street/Side by Side/Pop & Country (Lucille Starr) – and 90 other albums »


the sun fades out and the street lights rise
G see d g
News makes print and a baby cries
G see d g
That's when you might find me waiting on the day
G see d
hell's pavement
G see d see
Took a walk down pulled by the tide
G see d see
I had to make some new arrangement
Em see g
Oh I thought I'd reach the other
Em* 322003 (gmaj6)

Intro
See slide up to d (repeat) d see
G (1st position) g (add an e on the d string) g see d (*riff)
G (1st position) g (add an e
the eyes and yell ya "we don't know who did it"
Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police
The fiends up all night and the neighbors gettin' no
G			                  C
By still waters I lay down with the lambs
G			         D
In pastures green I made peace with my soul
C                 G
are ragged, no (G7)shoes on my feet "
Said the little paper boy, there on the (C)street

Early next mornin' as the (G7)crowd passed by
The little
]heavy
And the [F]cross-streets [G]bear your [C]name
Oh the [F]cross-streets [G]bear your [C]name
cause I'm in the club throwin up G's
Dammmn shawty! That shit fucked up
Niggaz mad cause I'm hot and they ain't gettin no love
Dammmn shawty! I'm
As I went out one evening to take the evening air
        F     G      C        F  
I was blessed by a blood-red moon
    Dm               G
Grandma's got new dentures (to eat the crust on pizza)
Taken out by her daughter (because she thought she oughta)
Kids are eating snickers (because
(Chorus- Banks) 
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeat) 

(50 Cent-between Banks) 
G-Unit nigga that's what's up
and dad
So I was out on the grind
On the 279
Trying to show my songs to the world
Inspired by the streets
Fell in love with the beats
I never had time
Grandma's got new dentures (to eat the crust on pizza)
Taken out by her daughter (because she thought she oughta)
Kids are eating snickers (because
the motherfucking street

(Chorus)

Something funky for the streets
And the niggas and the hoes

Verse 2

Top down as we ride through the giggety streets
OG
Motherfuckin' real G's

Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
real G's
For all the niggaz in the game, in the game, uh

I wonder if I'm gon' ever see Screw again
One foot in the street, got one foot in the pen
featuring: B.G. KnoccOut, Gangsta Dresta, Sylk
Verse 1: [Gangsta Dresta]
I got beat for the street
Ta pump in ya jeep
Or in ya caravan wid da
see
They'd function like a G'
And walk that big walk in the streets, in the streets

Yo, I was touched by the real the other day
If my pops was here he
D-O-double G,
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfucking street,
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfucking street,
I can't be faded
I'm
shit by the D-O-double G-Y-D-O-double G 
Real G's who drop K's, protect these N-you-T, so nigga please 
Peep out my manuscript 
You'll see that it's
Look you right in the eyes and tell ya "we don't know who did it"
Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police
The feins up all night
Keep watch, lights out when the beat drop
Keeping the streets locked
I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block
Keep watch, lame niggas out
to the end
Wave the mighty dollar
Pave the streets with gold
Lead us by the collar
All our dreams are sold

Rings upon your finger
Stardust in your hair
now woo the
B.G. straight duckin feds
On the real B.G.' bout bustin heads
On the real B.G. killin' chopters
Look in the sky flyin' by it's
the clouds on loud
I got raised by the blue street lights of four cities
My heros died in prison: George Jackson
Action, she's Buttaflyin, I'm cool eyein
And I