Lyrics:
(Ooh)
Been got sauce with the acres, I live like a player, my niggas surrounded by gates
White neighbors on the side of me, know they not likin' me
on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slaying gcrews in icu
Battling, using hockey rules
For Keith Murray, doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin down like
of Marlborough Street lit by the light of the arcade
We're not alive, were day dreaming
We drop like flies, nobody's grieving
Looking for hidden treasure in
grab my coat cause you never know
How the weather's gonna be, will I find the sunny side of the street?
I make for the park, a safe haven, oasis
A place
in the dark
i walk an extra 3 miles to avoid crazy fucks in the park
denied by the bloods, turned down by the crypts
my fuckin auntie kicked my ass
hallway
But now the fools are Minute Made
They get played for a minute
Then played out they never get back in it
Gun park I bring chalk for your body
Street
In July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle
through the park (park)
Candle light dinners by dark (dark), I'm thinkin' smart (smart)
Afraid she might think I'm in a rush to touch, crush and be up
Seeking my asylum
Looking for a home, a place to park
Heal this life, be my sun and moon and walk by my side
When I'm tired, be my energy
Something I can
Hold 'em down, hold 'em up, yo
It's gonna be a killin' after midnight
Niggas gettin' reday for the big fight
You could say this one's a murder by
Hold 'em down, hold 'em up, yo
It's gonna be a killin' after midnight
Niggas gettin' reday for a big fight
You could say this one's a murder by
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
put it to work, you gon' do the damn thing
Happen, the rest of y'all, eat dirt
I'm rollin' in the "Mackmobile", I'm back for real
One hundred
Fe-fi-fo fun for me
Fun for me
Fe-fi-fo fun for me
Fun for me
I dreamt I was dreaming
I was wired to a clock
Tickled by the minute hand
Tick tock
Fe-fi-fo fun for me
Fun for me
Fe-fi-fo fun for me
Fun for me
I dreamt I was dreaming
I was wired to a clock
Tickled by the minute hand
Tick tock
stopped, parks, pops his trunk
Snare pops loud as Glock shots
Bass like an M-80 in your face, cops stop, give us citation
We pause for radio station
[Pastor Troy]
Verse 1:
It was this muthafucker hi' about the got damn N.A.R.C.'s
To see how quick to get the ki in college park
I knew him from
living
By principle
She wan eat simple
So I pulled up
In black a kuroma, kilode
If you owe person money
Na today
You go pay
You go place
You're fine face
teaching this shit in grad school (They don't)
You gotta get it by any means for each
And hoping it's in the home, but likely it's in the streets (Maybe)
"It's a nice place"
She says, "It'll do for now"
Starts talkin' about babies and buyin' a house
Daddy shakes his head and says, "Baby, just slow down,
the others by a year
Maybe two
And he was safe for awhile until somebody saw him there
And notified the authorities
Who surrounded the hotel, first
I’m just walking my dog
Here in High Park
By Grenadier Pond
This is a little spot where we go
When things are painful
Even when it gets cold
There
Lauren says her heart's like a garage
There are places where the people that she loves can park themselves
And some of them have signs that say 'this
where my people are poor
Some sleep in the parks, some sleep indoors
This problem be alive Big Time in my community
Those lookin for a job; got no
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