Lyrics:
The streets are all empty
There's nowhere to go right now
CH #1 None of the stoplights are red
Everybody's
a reflex, protected by God
Bringin life to the brain-dead, diggin deeper than the graveyard
The stick that you walk with, I broke a long time ago
There's
of ever'one to tell the sad truth like
(chorus)
The Undi-Sputed, Heavyweight, Rudest
Pa-rum-pa-pom! No jargon, could ever dead, this yard mon! (Yard mon!)
help me I got nowhere to stay
And no one to love, and no one loves me
They wanted to help most of them had been there
To hell and back they knew the boy
I remember the times when you were living on the street.
You had nowhere to go, you didn't have a place to sleep.
Well, I know what they say, that
raised in the streets
All I know is this block
I know every crack on it
Even the one they be serving the fiends
And they know I’m a wolf
But I dress like
but you my cousin, how the fuck you say we kin
I refuse to be a nigga who can't get it when I want it
I ain't standin' by myself, but I'm gon' stand
think that it was Bike Week
I'm from Philly
Where the cost of life cheap
50 bones get you gone by
Ricans down Pike Street
I'm not a blog creation
I'm not
a dead end street?
no one I know, and I know that for sure
but now it's so late and there's nowhere to go
the pain that we cause is the cause of our pain
otha
I blame it all on the people around me
It's because of them god never found me
Right?? (wrong)
[Blaze Ya Dead Homie:]
Before I hit the ground
the time.
As I ponder all the pieces of advice, I realise the words won't suffice.
I'm on a dead end street, and I can't take it any longer-bottom out.
I
How you gonna chat about the dead? Are you gone in that head
Course you are, That is what YOU said
I ain't mentioned names yet, but you're lucky I
around me
It's because of them, God never found me , right?
(Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
Before I hit the ground, I caught 3 in the chest
Should've guessed my
on the edge, hanging by a thread, you lose your grip and you'll be dead.
The stakes are high, its do or die.
Make your move tonight
Too young to run , nowhere
Go
I got the call about eleven-fifteen
Twelve o'clock, arrived on the scene
Looked around and things were ill
The party was at a dead stand still
earned my keep pouring my guts out in story and song for the working classes until I was dead on my feet. Then you appeared out of nowhere with
and advancements are created to squander lives
from them there's no place to run
nowhere to hide
[chorus]
to live and die that can't be wrong
they'll see you dead
laid back, told the world goodnight
First name police, last name chief
He used to go by the street name "Beef"
Shot him in the chest
Now he's as lifeless
the framework of your day
Free as a fly, the bird in the sky
The basket of everlasting life
Locked in the mouth, dead by the docks
Going nowhere fast today
enemy troops on the streets facing me
Hundreds of them, thousands of them, behind them there I see:
The prophet of evil...
[Prince / The people:]
We
actually do
And judgin' by the people that
Are settin all the standards
All of us go outta style too oh Lordy Loo
I swear to christ I'm sure
To screw
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