Lyrics:
a lead
Put me in a class im a cold blooded assassin
Rapping on a beat im catching bodies by harassing
Undefeated streak i murder characters by dissing
Kill
Leave my sweat on stone tables after gym class
Cornhole skills by the end I could teach a master class
Locker room steals so everyone locked up their bags
but he pigeoned by the toe
Off the wock wit the glock but i ain't slippin by the sto
This bitch suck dick and snort coke she a different typa hoe
Big 40
the streets
It made me realize that you're so sweet
I didn't blink my eyes 'til you're out of my sight
It's love at first sight
My heart beats fast and it's
clearer
I took the streets
All the paths that I had beat
I was looking for a lover
Who could give me what I want
Shake little babe
Bring my hands
know we got the streets on lock
Wolf in sheeps cloathing never wuz part of the flock bitch
Walking down the street watch how you approach me
Im from
[Loonie Tunez Beat Squad]
[It's Anutha Decio Beat, OK]
Chorus
- All my niggas with the shit,
I might stand alone, but I aint by myself,
F*** N****
mashing up beats,
Big man from the 244,
Roll deep with the boys in a 4 by 4,
You’re dumb if ya come for war,
Whole fleet show up on your front door for
to make us be quiet. I'm tired I'm sick of all the blood in these streets. I'm tired of hearing rappers rapping murder on beats. I'm tired of seeing people
about the bitch but her waistline
No Roddy Rich, I beat tha box about 8 times
Fuck all of the fame, I just want all of the wealth
I don't play by
been stabbed in the back by people who wasn't behind me
Same way I lose, I win
No do not want them by me
I been trynna find my way in the world but I'm
to prove I got too much to show
I know these raps are worth platinum and gold
Plus in these streets it get cold Yeah I know I changed
I'm tired of hearing
bitch yeah
I'm a certified BandChop fucking repper
If you see me in the streets, then try it
You would fucking never
All I fear is God cause I know that I
still right down the street
And I ain't give myself no time, I ain't even write on this beat
You got some shit you wanna say, come on so I can get your
Albums in the world
But we'll take a swing at it
Yo GDR
Thank you for this beat
Goddam right
Goddam right
That's a GDR beat
It started it off in Corona
Beware the witch up on Cripple Creek Street
Don't you think that your shit don't stink
And I cannot be beat so easily, like you're dreaming
This little
our souls
From cold guns
Shoguns in the streets with beveled blades
And no sons
Yet these kids spittin image of their face
Got no love
Wondering where
stay on dnd
Lil momma a big bird, know she belong to the streets
And I'm not talking sesame, hit hoes by three like pistol Pete (brr, brr)
More solid
the streets the come
Three thousand names in the midst of a race
The blander the better we'll
Love you forever so baby be mine
With a call on the beat
Take
that's all she wrote
Streets like cold Chicago
Ain't nothing new, I've seen it all before
But still I ball like no tomorrow
Goodnight, it's over with,
mighty hard to beat
I'd love to stand down by that cellar door
Just to hear that quartette sing once more
"Heart Of My Heart", I love that melody
[Krayzie]
This track is tight you should be clapping your hands
[ clapping your hands] 4x
[chorus]
As we ride by the end of the night
You will
serious, it bring tears to me
Ears to the street, like a drum to the beat, creepin' up my block
I'm already knowin' a nigga want to do me
So I stay strapped
street fam, twitter team
Like you could fuck with me
Oh did it seem, Dr King and Def Jam ain't the only ones with a dream
I'm a grown ass man, this
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