Lyrics:
Let me take you back to lil old me, 83
Stars and bars in the house on whitewash street
Lower middle Amerikkka is this scarin ya?
Does this remind you
most
When, a lil nigga is thrown in the pen
But on the streets there's two kinds of people
White rich fucks and the ones who get harassed like me
Pull
somethin' to do with that body (somethin', just shh)
I got the streets on my back (on my back)
Carry it like I'm movin' a body (huh)
I told them to shoot
on countin' dollars 'til it ain't none left
So the streets gon' keep on marching like
Left, right, left
Fuck yo empty promises these ain't no threats
on the beat, loaded up, now we in sync
Wopskino, I ain't like Aaron Carter but I'm on that back street
My boy got a Springfield XD and he posted up in that back
a child, I'm a lion, I'mma die about this shit
Imma fight so I can fly, I say it loud with all my pride
It go like
Don't you go
(I guess I ain't right for
make a lion out of liar, Magic City a choir
Transform you too if you feeling a little shyer
Question, did you think you too messy for the Messiah?
of a lion
Solid as a rock
Put that on my pride
Palm trees are my view
Backed by family
You can hold you crew
Entered the game late
Let my shit stew
Product
we gonna lay up And leave them in the streets
We know you love these beats Pro stream by any means
Together, two of the greatest things You heard
on
Super-sizing that beige back
All white like Gotti said
Ye told me I'm outta here
Mentioned Ye two years ago
Yeah, I got that by the square
(Woo!) And you could
Have 'em coming back for mo' girls
Visualizing the realism of life and actuality
Various managers coming up talking
'bout they got me
But really they
as men
I wouldn't let me go
I mean, not unless they want a lion loose in the streets
My blade'll cut ya your face'll rupture before I touch ya
Disrespect
him crazy
White’ll drip on my wrists like
Before you feed the baby!
Tell Smack he need to pay me
You never been crackin’
(swoo-swoo) Cut before he go:
one, one by one
One by one, wi stepping out a Babylon
Then one by one, one by one
Hail King Selassie the conquering lion
Rock stone was my pillow
chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
get it on, you know?)
How white is your blow?
(Jigga, Kid Capri, yo) Only, write what you know
(Soundtrack for the streets nigga) How tight is
the whip sound like a lion
Keep a white girl with white girl like ryan
Uh, Shit I ain't baggin, I'm buyin
A lot of these suckas be frauds, lyin
Really
and the white, don't sniff it that shit is a drug
Don't test me my n***a, I'll smoke you and won't get a buzz
The people they feeling my verses, I know that they
a pill for breakfast, Percocet for my back pain
Already having problems sleeping, so I don't touch that Cocaine
Sixteen got my first Benz, nineteen had my
Uh, check it out, uh
I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee!
Fuck all that pretty shit
Takin' it back to the gutter for you
worst dreams
Victory is still ours
Take it to the streets
On the pavement
All His soldiers
We ain't nothin to play wit
The battles won
He's second to none
shit you betta not forget
Verse Two: Eazy-E
Eazy E's the name feared by most
When, a lil nigga is thrown in the pen
But on the streets there's two
and the White's bro
We don't let shit slide, we a throw 'em 'cause we fight bro
Niggas claim that they ride, huh, do you really?
But when it's beef you run
Clear your plain white mind
The clowns are marching in
Applauding for your sin
The tamers wait for us
We are the lions but mean less
The crowd it cheers
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