Lyrics:
spreaded throughout my crew
Well, you all know TJ Swan who sang on my records
"Make the Music", "Nobody Beats the Biz", well, check it
Back in the days
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the dough
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold-shootin'
the beats, and the rhymes I been through
Time's up, sorry I left you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through
Time's up, sorry I left you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits
Like that Aaliyah,
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through
Time's up, sorry I left you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits
Like that Aaliyah,
place
The Don speaks, I'm on streets
It's like the black grows out the concrete
Beyond deep
Live this life for real, life is real
Yo this beat's
(Earl on the beat)
(Woo)
You can drip or get drowned, homie
Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it
Coolant kit, silencer, damn, ain't no
been the Truth since a youth
I fell in love with the streets
Like the body of the slab
Fell in love with it's feet
I put the Cheve to the floor
And run
roll by
For a while
Hanging like we own the streets
You and I
Dancing to a distant beat
Living high
Racing in the summer heat
Right on!
For a while
the corners and shoot down the street
Niggas shoot shoot sharp glances at white women
Nigga shoot dope into their arm
Niggas shoot guns and rifles on New
one out to all the funky inspirations
Pretty Purdie on the drums with the beat relations
Well, I'm working on rhymes, they're coming line by line
one out to all the funky inspirations
Pretty Purdie on the drums with the beat relations
Well, I'm working on rhymes, they're coming line by line
comes to panache I can't be beat
I got the most style from below Fourteenth Street
Internationally known as the Keebler Elf
Can't keep a catalog up
it'll break your back
With the beat so loud playing Too $hort raps
That's it, I'm set
No need to talk that bullshit
I need a, Oaktown, big time
This a special dedication, (thank y'all)
I wanna thank you for the fuel
No really thank you
(Y'all better hear this shit)
I felt so inspired by
night
I got a bedazzler so my outfit's tight
When it comes to panache I can't be beat
I got the most style from below 14th street
Internationally
He make beats for the streets
See, me and Maganoo
In the back rollin' trees
Gettin' high off the phone
Tell a nigga what chu want, hey
Now, I'm
There's a war in the streets tonight
And nobody's really feelin' alright
I got a blunt for my chronic, a juice for my tonic
I know now...
So I
The cops and the robbers, they both partners, they all heartless
With no conscience, back streets stay darkened
Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened
My
blow)
[Wish Bone]
Nigga to the real to the sets
When it comes to the streets
Livin' peace so it can beat like a drum from the ghetto
Give all peace
and out is alive so everyone strives to keep it outside! D.J.s play in the streets bumpin' beats and sellin' mix tapes of all the greats women is rentin'
like I'm running out of favours
Fire on the streets got me bunning down my neighbours
I could flex on your girl like "Honey, I'm a badders"
Man I
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
Life is good in the hood and when I skis it snows
Portable hard drugs autoshotguns we got thugs
Get my cock sucked by rock groupies and pop sluts
Weird
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