Lyrics:
I feel like
I'm dead
When
I'm on
The mic
Spitting
Am I a ghost
Floating
That's how
You act
Pretending
But zero
Craps
Are giving
By me
Like a crack
Hot coffee on the Eryamani streets
Don't stop messaging baby
If that's alright
Tell someone at the bar to make it sweet
Add some sprinkles and some
musical way before rap
I did wanna be the tap dance kid
On Broadway, 42nd Street, legendary
Three-card Molly, Nasir drives a Harley now
FYI for your info
witH the House licks
So wHatcha still pining
Dead by tHe street ligHts, boy you sHining
Talk about you grinding figg side!
with one bitch, leave with two
By myself at the top like cocoon
When I'm in the coupe I feel like a cocoon
Designer gifts red bottoms baboon
We
A qualified man with vision
Unmoved by daily selfish interests
Led to right decisions by his conscience
In general, a man who knows from whence he comes
In the canyons of Uranium
Rolling off roulette on a Rampart Street
Here come the King of the Bayou
When should a beat get the blues?
If its
cousins (ayy)
Ayy, SRT beat up the streets, do donuts, I be buckin' (blrrrd, skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
Hydro shots up in the clip, he live then he lucky
Laveau promenades
With Oscar Wilde
Big Funky Stella twirls her little red umbrella
To the beat
As the soul parade winds its way
Down Eternity Street
Hang on the ropes and I beat you to sleep (hey)
Taught to get money 'cause talk is too cheap (cheap)
Quarter million when you open my brief
Celebrity
recognized by every eye worldwide
Back to the streets of the do or die hustler
I understand politics consistent, never quit
Super star write hits
Come have
Hang on the ropes and I beat you to sleep (hey)
Taught to get money 'cause talk is too cheap (cheap)
Quarter million when you open my brief
Celebrity
purse
Lay up in ya yard, rob ya when ya go to church
Ya love white tees now ya face on the shirt
Black tee, black beat, trapping on the front street
mighty hard to beat
I'd love to stand down by that cellar door
Just to hear that quartette sing once more
"Heart Of My Heart", I love that melody
sister his face
Twisted like Twister and Twizzler
The Riddler, The Joker, his father beat him
Into a maniacal Michael, a monster
A creature a thriller that
raised by my momma
My pop used to beat her
Got a sister my age, my pop was a cheater
Gram's kept something in the pot for us to eat up
Had to open up
Out in the street, they call it murder
(Fuck D-Block)
Verse 1
Tony Yayo:
PUT YO HANDS UP
Gimme dat CHAIN and dat Jacob
One false move you get spread
collect (hey)
Give it to me while I lay back (lay back)
In the streets it get dangerous (dangerous)
City late night can get dangerous (dangerous)
Hit me
In the streets of New York
Dope fiends are leaning for morphine
The TV screen followed the homicide scenes
You live here, you're taking a chance
lay behind a wall of flesh, engulfed by the homeless
If I escape, I might evaporate my whole state
Plus when Cage ripped in half on the concrete
of dudes out here who think that I'm great
Just gotta new benz but I'm going back
Run through these beats
Like my feet on a track
Had to record all my shit
at least for tonight
I need you here right by my side
All I want is you that can't be denied
And when I see your smile my heart beat amplifies
My hearts
of the mountain
We're out on the road
We're out on the road
We're out on the road
Jamal, man, this beat is crazy
Night drive, take me on a ride
Feeling like we're
How they killing us up in the streets
You know it's dead wrong
Another victim another rest in peace
You know it's dead wrong
Wanna see us in a chain
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