Lyrics:
Dinner deh a street fi me hunt it
People fi dead, speak to me Bounty
Mek me lick out the teeth with the pumpy
Dweet fi the country
K waan beating so dweet
, without you in my life
I feel so empty, without you as my wife
I feel so empty, without you by my side as I strive to thrive
I feel so empty standing
a road play bap bap you
Beat so unbrand just call me
Uptown beveling Jerry look at my
Brother's spike no talking
Bring alders on pass by your house
days
Meet me in King Circle park by the empty lot
Right across the street from Sonny Man house
Right by Kawasaki and Sonny Beal
By the cold cup lady
Tired of these empty streets
Tired of this mysteries
Tired of this broken sheets
Tired of being a fucking bitch
Tired of these empty streets
Tired
yo seat
I'm feeling so empty inside
Girl you wasting my time
I don't like when you lie
Girl juss stay by my side
You said you wanna die
Said you
be right back
Now im all in yo area nigga, thuggin all in yo face, i wish you would, try ta play
Ima empty out the whole A.K.
Im real street im real
else I'd rather be
In the summertime, with you by my side
I'm glad we did this
It's just you and me
On Main Street
What a great evening
In the city
Let's
Cries his love turn to hate no
Love in the street fuck niggas when
Nigga Cries he gonna pull the trigger
Fuck the police
Dear mama I gonna roll out in
shells on the blacktop, those empty shells, those empty
There's a black crow sitting on the lamppost out in the street
I looked into it's eyes, saw death
Stand by to switch on
We fire out all pistons
We're singing along
But no one is listening
From dusk until dawn
We stay up to carry the flame
smell heavenly
Children are crying in the stairwell
They're bored
I can tell by the way they're making hell
Hanging out the window
The streets are empty
and cafes, they just don't care
No flowers, no chocolates, no romantic scenes
Just empty streets, no lights or gleams
We walk alone, no place to go
In this
Better get home nigga
The streets lights on
Better get home nigga
The streets lights on
Nigga you trippin is you blind
You see the street lights
the Belfast Child sings again
Some come back, Billy, won't you come on home
Come back Mary, you've been away so long
The streets are empty, and your
amber
Bursting from the grave
I gasp deep at the fresh air
A zombie roaming empty streets
Finding myself, Piece by piece
Just in time for them
To bury
of the streets
The makings of a real MC, yeah, bitch
So just abide by what you ride by
'Cause we abide, by what we ride by
Just abide by what you ride by
'Cause
of the Horsemen
Slice your Achilles tendon, the Headless Horseman
And we abide by, the code of the streets
The makings of a real MC (C...C...C...C) yeah bitch!
the streets like we're slanging dimes
It's magical how the track is so classical
The cats who got gassed-up in their sweats like Plaxico
I'm back from my
sings again
Some come back billy, won't you come on home
Come back Mary, you've been away so long
The streets are empty, and your mother's gone
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
can't satisfy on my own
By myself I'd be lost, believe me
Never destined to be all alone
My whole world is sad and empty
When you're gone
All alone, my
be alone
Empty on the clip till it reach zero
Always out and about and I never ever stay at home
Zay Thugga died up in the streets yeah he's a hood
turn me to the streets
Im calling plugs around the city just to wakk them for a p
We was just tryna eat drinking robo that fake lean
Im having dark
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