Lyrics:
niggas named her "D" (Quarter Key, Quarter key)
Can't keep her ass off the streets my old lady
The one that got me pushing Mercedes
The one that
the wrong street nigga to approach
In the game I call the plays like coach
I was waiting for that package by the coast
These buzzard hoes always do the most
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Wheezy
Nobody green like Rachel no phoebe
I just gave her back to the streets that a freebie
No peace treaty but don't get greedy
Imma die for my boys like
"I'm gonna fall, break my neck"
"Oh get on by man, I'm gonna get out your way, I'm in the street"
"I'm tryin' to walk here, y'all runnin' these damn
ain't for a show
You know then you know
Same kid that used to play the keys, 10 a week
Don't hate on me, you need to hate the streets dog
Demons they
The amazement and innocence
Smothered by lies I told myself true staff
Trial and error rather than mentor
I knew better way quicker
Eighty-eight keys I played
As you stand there by the door
With a look I've seen to many times before
And I don't know if I'm wrong or right
As I stand here on your street
Snowfall, all around me
Headed home alone towards family
Treetops, all surround me
As Im driving down unplowed back streets
Ya, but then my car
(Gudda…)
20 keys, Vaseline wrapped in a Focus (Gudda…)
Approach us – and I’ll be
On your porch with toasters (holla)
Like – give me all them jewels and dope
dues
And it's the rules that I play by
Carry the team like I'm A.I
I used to cook rocks, and hit the block
And gun in the bushes, and money in my
tuberculosis, folks."
People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
Before he was in the breeze, dad smoked and tinkled the keys
Then dashed to Florida Keys to ski, do snow as he pleased
And me and my two sisters
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
for traffic
Kingkush, got them keys to da Bando
Cooking shit colour of white snow
Narcotics team won't seize shit
Raided da spot didn't find shit
Still
Huh
We in the streets, hustlin' hard every week
Countin' guap, different spots, go to A to B
If we mail it, we could sell it for a better fee
Real
repitar
Repititious and ready to cause heavy
Castrate hoes by nature trying to falsefy gangstas
Lyrical overdose 20 cc's of the most
Potent antedote key
jumped out her seat
Snatched me up by my wrist and took me out to the street
She started grabbin' all over me kissing and hugging
So I shoved her away I
in the street
Any other day than Sunday I can get you what you need
I'm talking like a couple keys, want a mil, come fuck with me
Pounds of kush,
my rhyme and get the hell away
Just last week when I was walking down the street
I observed this lovely lady that I wanted to meet
I walked up to her
Phillipe
Just dropped a tape, so it’s back to the streets
I do not play that no fuck-shit on me
I own the city they gave me a key
Signed by Colgate 'cause I
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