Lyrics:
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
the faces of the poor,
But there'll come a time when such overt displays of wealth
Will not be tolerated by the people in the street.
In a sane society
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
and me both
Ha no time to mourn
I see a way but we've gotta move dope
And grab the bull by the horns
Nightmares of a lonely night
No money in my stash
version of his old whip.
During the flight, he could see other beasts carrying other voyagers, all protected by the same structures. Out of the solar
for school lunch
You up here lyin' 'bout shit
That you ain't do once
My life? I'm like a modern day RL stein
These stories will give you Goosebumps
I do
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
when I'm awake, but he shows up when I sleep
I can't believe that there's a nightmare, on my street!
It was a Saturday evening if I remember it right
wonder in this jungle how
I kept from going under felt hunger
I know it well
The streets bust me out my shell
Everything I been through everything I do
home when I'm awake, but he shows up when I sleep
I can't believe that there's a nightmare, on my street
It was a Saturday evening if I remember it
I had a very vibrant dream last night
I was opening for Bruce Springsteen. It wasn't the E Street Band, not some huge stadium. It was a modest sized
you and me.
It doesn't matter what you think
We're just a bunch of freaks on Fremont Street
Underneath the Big Vista Trinitron
I Stand in my circle
He's gone when I'm awake but he shows up when I'm asleep
I can't believe that there's a nightmare on my street!
It was a Saturday evening if I remember
He's gone when I'm awake but he shows up when I'm asleep
I can't believe that there's a nightmare - on my street!
[Fresh Prince]
It was a Saturday
all been deleted
By versions of selves that we thought were the best ones
'Till versions of versions of others repeating
Come laughing at everything
Her without prosthetic versions i have
Had plenty of time to search my memory
Though, because here on this couch
In this room, during this interview,
body felt broken my knees collapsed in that room
I woke up early at six
Hopped in my old Ford, escape
And left that campus destroyed
By 46 and 3rd Street
scuffed up, my ankles got sprained, that's my word
To ever single seat I smack flames
Staten Island's bayside of teachers of Elijah
Thrown out
Nightmares about my life these ain't dreams
Few tears out my eyes ain't Visene
Blind yourself you seen what I seen
This why we can't have them nice
He's gone when I'm awake but he shows up when I'm asleep
I can't believe that there's a nightmare - on my street!
[Fresh Prince]
It was a Saturday
home when I'm awake, but he shows up when I sleep
I can't believe that there's a nightmare, on my street!
It was a Saturday evening if I remember it
last four Cass'
(forecast) i seen that movie
Wasn't you a part of that Next Day Air cast?
Coincidence, cause my homies will
Shoot ya hype man and next
version of me
They looked down on small town folks
Packed my shit up, moved to Amsterdam all by myself
Tough times, so I turned to the scripture to ask
God
endin' in my series of warnin'
You flex with me tonight, playa, you dead by the mornin'
Bun Beater, the best ever breathin' or deceased
From the South
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