Lyrics:
There's a war in the streets tonight
And nobody's really feelin' alright
I got a blunt for my chronic, a juice for my tonic
I know now...
So I
(Earl on the beat)
(Woo)
You can drip or get drowned, homie
Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it
Coolant kit, silencer, damn, ain't no
place
The Don speaks, I'm on streets
It's like the black grows out the concrete
Beyond deep
Live this life for real, life is real
Yo this beat's
been the Truth since a youth
I fell in love with the streets
Like the body of the slab
Fell in love with it's feet
I put the Cheve to the floor
And run
The cops and the robbers, they both partners, they all heartless
With no conscience, back streets stay darkened
Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened
My
blow)
[Wish Bone]
Nigga to the real to the sets
When it comes to the streets
Livin' peace so it can beat like a drum from the ghetto
Give all peace
one out to all the funky inspirations
Pretty Purdie on the drums with the beat relations
Well, I'm working on rhymes, they're coming line by line
one out to all the funky inspirations
Pretty Purdie on the drums with the beat relations
Well, I'm working on rhymes, they're coming line by line
night
I got a bedazzler so my outfit's tight
When it comes to panache I can't be beat
I got the most style from below 14th street
Internationally
This a special dedication, (thank y'all)
I wanna thank you for the fuel
No really thank you
(Y'all better hear this shit)
I felt so inspired by
comes to panache I can't be beat
I got the most style from below Fourteenth Street
Internationally known as the Keebler Elf
Can't keep a catalog up
He make beats for the streets
See, me and Maganoo
In the back rollin' trees
Gettin' high off the phone
Tell a nigga what chu want, hey
Now, I'm
it'll break your back
With the beat so loud playing Too $hort raps
That's it, I'm set
No need to talk that bullshit
I need a, Oaktown, big time
you hurry home
I'm waiting aa-all alone
Don't make me, wait too long
(Rap by Bo Hagon)
I'll beat the pussy up and leave you in bed legs shaken
remember to keep a heater for the cold
Lessons to be learned if you running round the streets
Dont get caught up wit the fuckery you get yo ass beat
this money all on time for the re yea the plug he depending on me yea
I gotta get this money by any means my whole team and the fam they depending on me
it on your playlist
I decided
I ain't playing by the rules no more
Yea we tried it
Can't do it by the book no more
I swear we tried it
Now imma
stuck with risking getting your ass beat by me
Cause bitch I'm kindly offering To give you a living
But by the looks of it you wanna be dead by morning
as payment, send her the gang way
principal to the street don’t see no other way,
She fuck to keep the lights on by the way
Never let that friend and money shit
to the new guy down the street
Born to share in this community
Spread a little love that all we need
Make a couple beats that I gave for free
Cuz I smoke
the street
We know who to watch, we know how to beat
We know what you do and where you go
We'll dress like you and go to your shows
To sell you the shit that
have it
So by any means
Ima keep her happy
Project baby
Project baby
Daddy was gone
So my mama raised me
Mama went got it
So her babies can have it
Gotham
Streets in my city are rotten with bodies
Feels like I'm Peter or Parker
Because to me it just seems like I'm always surrounded by greed and these
are prowling on their beat
Spring's a girl on the streets at night
Dirty old town Dirty old town
I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by
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