Lyrics:
speak on opportunities
Moving units through the streets the studio the trap house
Milking it with every word I utter
Cash cow
Got my name ringing like
Bitch, I'm a Cypress Village nigga
Down the street from the port
Met the bitch in the North
She was on my jock
Sucked my dick in the car
It was hard
Did you forget the times I was wailing
Actually you don't
You weren't even there then
Now it's like a dead street rat
While you're laying on your back
And serve your people like it's dinner time
You gotta eat or you starve up in these streets
Find that cash cow or it's beef when you meet
Tryna make
tried her best with me
I was hard to raise
I had to let the stick burn
I ain't talking sage
Graduated in the street
I passed with As
Call me Hmp
I got
bitch, I'm on that demon time (I'm on that demon time)
Waitin' in the dark with that glizzy, I'ma scream, "Surprise" (surprise)
His ass shakin',
Talkin' down on my savior, would you please put a sock in it
Copy that 10-4, chillin' with my kinfolk
Yeah you feel the breeze, like you're rolling down
It started off with a chance meeting
Walking down the street
I just seemed to drift away and you bumped into me
I helped you pack your things up
I got was new masters
And a kick up the arse
Oh, they beat me and robbed me
On the streets of New York
When all that I wanted
Was an honest day's
eyes
Out on the street with some other guy
I made the scene
The coppers came
Threw me in jail I told 'em I was not to blame
They called my sister
just wet and afraid
And screaming your name
Fuck if your one sliced hand is not
The keeper of the back of my neck
I came alive this morning
With
floating by
Have to hide something away
It's what I've done
Print (?) you this, what comes I feel
Oh universe, oh beyond everything to never end
Oh back, oh
If I had a chance to go back in time
A dream that I could make come true
I'd go to a place where I'd see his face
And he'd say I've been waiting for
I dreamed I thanked Scott Ian for persistence of time
Back when Steve and Eva died that album changed my life
It was a package of pure darkness tied
kisses his wife on the forehead
She lives down the street
She's got 32 rooms in her house
She's got 30 of them to paint her face
confuse me
Who's killer ? who's captive ? who's free ?
In a city that kills by constriction
Throw your streets around me and squeeze
And draw down
thinking of you to make me strong
Oh my friend, oh my friend
Am I going where I belong
150 rum by the double shot
Warmed up in an aluminum pot
An alley a back porch step a country mile,
White water shore the border a stretch in a field,
Battle ground parlour the wild west,
Reservation
listening in
She knows the DJ by his name
She dedicates all her songs the same
For her only one
And before the night is over
She'll request their special
prepared and aware and on sight for the enemy
(Where you gonna run to?)
Too much flappin' pon streets need green
Take it back to beat down a dope fiend
Tock
Many times in life you're gonna take a lickin'
But when Jesus Christ has your back,
You're gonna keep on tickin'
Tickin' like a time bomb that's
grown from a seed in the heart of the heartland| raised on mama's prayers and my daddy back hand||rocked in the cradle by a swaying wheat
Haji was a punk just like any other boy
And he never had no trouble 'til he started up his oi band
Safe in the garage or singing in the tub
'Til
a lot o' bums like me
She's got to be sheltered
And feed and dressed
In the best that money can buy
I never knew how to get money
But, I'll try, by
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