Lyrics:
crying stop the riots, we ain't got to chalk the city
I seen Cole out there, felt I should go out there
They left that boy for hours in the cold out there
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
played by a soldier's grave
So sad it torments your soul
Just listen to that north wind moan
Tonight it's so dark and cold.
Somewhere a siren cuts
danger in the dark
(It oughta be illegal)
Make it a crime to be out in the cold
(It oughta be illegal)
You got a reason for living
You battle
hesitation im uppin it first
Ayo Notti you in my heart
Love don't change it get cold in the dark
They like, "Notti, keep rappin'
You different" they said
ghetto, north London ,ghetto south Londonâ?¦.x2
Im the london hustler a golden grind,
grind. Young hustlers we graft all the time dawn or dark,
non stop
parents, who you gonna follow
When your role models send you to the store for a cold bottle
And you come back and em in cuffs that be enough to hate police
cramped in
Around the time Flav started cold lamping
"Rebel Without a Pause" was the street anthem
Old Memorex cassette, tape collections
Bright
"These cold days got me in a
Physical rage" - Ruthless
Bastards 'Bastards'
"It's like that from the Stat
Where I live at"
"Walking through the dark
tryna go up
Streets pull me down every time
It's clear as day
They don't wanna see a young nigga shine"
Ain't got no leash so be wear
Heart cold like
the dark where they found you
Peeling you apart they surround you
No escape trapped by closed gate
Might as well label it a cold case
Claws dig deep into
You don't know who I know cause I got 2 iPhones
So I wish a hater would like a 2 by 4
I leave him planking in the streets like Johnny
Bravo to ladies
Bringin' up the past, don't talk to me All I see is green countin' broccoli
Highway rollin', highway strollin' Gettin' so cold in these streets
too bright evil eye no go fi sight even if dem wear dark shades Jah cover I No be by might
Shomo pe oluwa guide because man...
Wicked Wicked Wicked
Welcome to my mind
My thoughts are touched by Midas
Hold your lighters in the sky
Let us light up the horizon
I'm dressed down in Nike
Won't go
on your faith like a spatula
It's brisk cold in these streets like we in Canada
You still gotta be a good steward, you the manager
Gotta keep the faith,
realized that by the time I turned 19
If I ever hit the state, who would even write me
The city getting cold so I keep a heater beside me
The devil on my
finally found
World resists, turns you around
In the dark of cold you run
Hoping never to be found
But you hope you will be found
Then comes September
When
the rover
I'm tryna hop in a jet and go
Make her feel good for her neck her throat
I got more gas than a Texaco
Know that she for the streets just let it
I
And make my way through the cold dark pall of night
The rain comes down and the rivers rise
There's flooded streets in Paradise
It's gonna wash away this
is no more control
He will take a soul
There is no Mercy
Hes distorted by Hate
Cold blade seals your fate
A battle rages on
Within his tormented mind
My life ain't sweet, I'm living in these cold streets
Hard knocks, ain't nothin' nice, just concrete
Grew up in the belly of the beast, where
within, there is no more control,
He will take a soul.
There is no Mercy, hes distorted by Hate
Cold blade seals your fate.
A battle rages on, within his
.png/220px-Doja_Cat_-_Streets_(Silhouette_Remix).png "Streets")
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