Lyrics:
the street with that woah, Still in the street with that woah
Still next to J, like I'm cole still the best man I'm cold
I'm still in the street with that
streets
I think I'm running out of love now
I think I'm running out (Bitch)
Stick talk
These niggas know I'm with that stick talk
No, I ain't tired
But I
Grrah, grrah
(I got Hitman on the beat)
Grrah-grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, grrah-grrah, boom
Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
this shit
Lyrical to this beat that's the
Code of the streets
I gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u
Gotcha u feeling this shit
Lyrical to this beat
pouring out your hair
Nigga, any-fucking-time, nigga, any-fucking-where
"Make 'em bleed" is the motto that I live by
If you fuck with me, it's a must,
the shaders
Live from the cracks of the concrete
12 try to take a nigga off the street
Make the gun sound now for Mike Brown
Take a nigga life when you
Advocated by the few who do live it
Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mossberg
Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg
Old man told me, don't be,
Like it just started yesterday
People eye know they've been strugglin'
At least it seems that way
Fat cats on Wall Street
They got a bailout
While
pouring out your hair
Nigga, any-fucking-time, nigga, any-fucking-where
"Make 'em bleed" is the motto that I live by
If you fuck with me, it's a must,
He saw how they planted weapons on these kids in the street
He saw like over fifty bodies in like fifty-two weeks
He saw his colleague pick up money
What a beautiful noise
Comin' up from the street
Got a beautiful sound
It's got a beautiful beat
It's a beautiful noise
Goin' on everywhere
and teach, with a speech to reach
All streets and each, with beats for treats
Got the King Supreme, may seem the clean
With a beat and a ring, no dream
hard on these stank hoes
What the pimp of C.M.R do to them be so cold
I'm still taxing these wanna be bitch niggas
I sell the coke by the pound
why?
'cause the brothers that I knew with the rise drove by
Only nice in the days looking down the road
Seeing beautiful girls with the car load
Yeah
(yeah) We all bleed the same blood
(yeah) And we beat on the same drum
(yeah) It's not about where ya at
(yeah) It's about where you come from
Earl on the beat, Earl on the beat, Earl on the beat
(Chance) yep, (Boat) yep
(Chance) yep, (Boat) yep
(Chance) yep, (Boat) yep
Fed up with
clean off of living dirty
Can't leave the streets alone, it left a stain on me
I get on this beat like it's my testimony
We do the same thing, but
tooti
I abuse the disciple
Beats, streets meets speaks mind, times and life yo
Get up
[J Dilla:]
There it is
Uh
It's like that
Yup, yeah know
I'ma still run the raw
You can come and see me, I got 'em for twenty-four
Double R and Beat Club, who hard as us?
In The "R" We Trust, c'mon
Jada
(Ari Beats)
(M1OnTheBeat)
Turn
One
I'm feelin' like EST, 'cause everyone shine together (turn, turn)
'Course the 9 can't flick like we
Big
beat
Call yo friends around, then call the police!
Im ridin' wit my flow, it take up four seats
So I'm gon ghost ride, but with no sheets
One man by
Million dollar homes platinums filled with
A lot of stones
Bitches on, every new nigga dick who rich
If the street could speak
The sidewalk could
Tell 'em I be feeling some way
Thinkin' I can get the Maybach off gun play
Instead I let the words play with 90 beats a minute
Bet the streets lose
unrigid code
And no one here can ease the load
You're on your own
I walk a lonely beat, tears like rain upon the street
Why can't they wash away my
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