Lyrics:
like 22nd Street
They got me by my neck and feet
Pressures building, can't take more
My headaches charge, ear aches roar
In this pain
Get me out
like 22nd Street
They got me by my neck and feet
Pressures building, can't take more
My headaches charge, ear aches roar
In this pain
Get me out
Anonymous paper nigga I'm John Dough
All white parties at the condo
Dipping in the Lincoln Tunnel like Sopranos
I ain't got it on me homie I'm broke
Anonymous
been shedding in these streets for years
Cry you a river if you felt this fucking pain that I feel
It's world cold, nigga, you see all this pain in my
go Get it (Yeah)
JMACE is the plug
We out here for the Dub
L's to our name but the cream will rise on top
I ain't never seen another clique that did
the mud
And watch your back up in the streets, they show you no love
I had to get it off the block, I had three for dub
30 days, 30 nights, trying
never grew up
31 and can't give his youth, he's in his second childhood
"Cause when I flow the for the street"
"Who else could it be"
"N-A-S"
"Nas"
If you're not keepin' it real
You're gonna get no love
Never seen the streets
Never smelled them once
You're just a wanna be
You're just a wanna be
We
the streets
We show up in L-A
I'm the illest emcee
To spit a sixteen, it's a fact
So, I keep trying to put
Battle Creek, Michigan on the map (Yeah)
I'll be
Pull up and lay him out in the street
Told 'em, "I'm real cold, I'm anemic"
Feeling like John Cena, can you see me?
I'm in that
Open your eyes, this is
the God-body, R. Kelly the John Gotti
Thr R&B thug and me I would say I'm probably
the hardest rapper to ever cop on poppy and
put it in a song, ma how could
Kelly, the John Gotti
Of R&B thug and me I would say I'm probably
The hardest rapper to ever cop on poppy and put it in a song
Ma how could you go wrong?
And it's a shame nigga, it won't change nigga
We all trapped in the hood, in this game nigga
And I'm just trying to raise, Romeo to be a man nigga
And hope
on the street,sing with me
(Scatting by Scatman John)
You're sitting in the same spot
You want to go home
But there ain't no home but home on the range
You've
pyschosomatic back at it causin' static
With lyrics still as tight as a straight jacket
The last in line but one of the first to get wit cha
Bringin' more
where I eat and or tweak in my seat you can't sleep in the streets
Right on, right on
Dope deal to stay high to feel real, well I don't quite pay for
on the park
But that night was so dark
That it lightened up the fear in her soul
And she shook like a leaf
She shook like a leaf
She shook like a leaf
She shook
the motherfuckers that don't fit in (Yeah)
The drug-abusers, codeine users that been hurt by women (Yeah)
I'm a drug-abusing, codeine using, modern-day John Lennon
(Hook) Repeat 2xs
Whipping up drip when I wanna get higher
Everything on me from John Geiger
Put it on the gram watch how I go viral
Busy down Lennon
to put
it up on lock
Steve-O Bam Pontius and Johnny Knox
Always count the dubs weont ever take a loss
And I ain't been employed cuz you lookin
(throw it up)
Southwest to Brightmo', Puritan to 6 Mile
Number streets won't hold 'em up (hold 'em up)
Eastside you see the E's, Westside show the dubs
Punch the data in ya mainframe
You want it all, I want the same thing
Strive to maintain, live out my name
Hard to obtain, hard to explain, ain't
number, my plug willin' to top it
So one phone call and the flood hittin' your projects
I only wear them shits if a dub fit in the pockets
'Cause my hood
overestimate (Don’t waste time)
We barely can say (it’s all in your hands!)
Riding on dubs ain’t mean that you really have weight (Feel the faith inside)
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