Lyrics:
right on
Deejayin, Beat Boxin, Street Fashion
Ain't nuttin but love
Hip Hop ya don't stop
Rock right on, rock right on
Street Language, Street Knowledge,
Under the street lights
Pit stop by the park
And rolled a blunt tight
Fuck I left my lighter at home
But I ain't turning back
Bought a bic on the corner
me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like
Redlight freeport
I am in the street with the zogos
Gettin the money in the momo Ay ay ay ay
Murder
I took on the beat
I put it in coma uh
I took on the beat
(Sunspot)
Step to the beat, walk to the beat
Talk to the beat, live to the beat
Rock to the beat, fuck to the beat
Dance to the beat, pay to the beat
Fight
De-DeCicco on that beat
I hang and I bang with
Them thangs in the street
My name, yeah, I rang, when I sang
They repeat for da' rings by my chain
You get paid
boy, Poppa see to put a slug in your vest
Check, I walk around the street with the black tech nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
So turn
your day went
Rockin' with Preem is nothin' short of amazin', feel me
I boosted the street rap, the truth over beats rap
The Earth been here over
it all
When the numbers read right
Build the city up beat by beat, these streets stay up all night
When the lottery pays, when the numbers read right
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball (So So
walk these streets
As I blast these beats
Lighting up another cig
On the eve of the crash; mysterious grin
Patriotic, catatonic
Humbled by the mostly
and drop by
I'm not a man, I'm no a fan
We ain't friends, I'm not that guy
Two flex and flog, suck a dog
This part is getting man number one
I pull you,
I'm flooding the streets with God
Got it don't need to borrow
Homie can't even lie
I might just leave tomorrow
Work like I need a check
Work like I
Yeah, rippin' and runnin' through streets
Yeah, rippin' and runnin
Yeah
Dono
4OE
Uh, rippin' and runnin' through streets
I'm the man, can't you see?
they heard of them guys they like you could rap
Dont assume cuz we come from the streets, we can't dump on the beats
Because all of these dudes is wack
up, check it
I said I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990 ah
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, like MPC Akai
Who I name William
sweet
Music ah beat, everybody touch street
Ah me seh turn up the sound
Temperature up and it ah burn up the crowd (once again played by the King)
It go Murda on the beats, boy
It go Murda on the beats, boy
Yeah it's murder on these streets, boy
Murdered the pussy, I'm a beast boy
And you
She's a girl that can't be beat
Born and raised on ghetto streets
She's a devastating beauty
A pretty girl with ebony eyes
She's the sunflower
where our secrets seep.
Echoes in the streets, beats underfoot (male voice: beats underfoot),
Lives in the spotlight, no reroot.
Every pulse a tale,
goin crazy makin me insane
I'm down like a burrow cincinnati bengal
And always on point acute triangle
Livin by the law lieutenant dangle
This beat is
I lost so many people to these streets
I lost so many people in so many different ways
Feds did a sweep
Police trynna catch up to me
They ain't gone
the yae nigga day by day
Holla, if you real and you know you a G
Holla, deep in these streets when you pumpin' that D
Holla, in your hood screamin'
your beats)
Give Him glory(with your verses)
Give Him glory(in the streets)
Give Him glory(in your churches)
We tryna lift his name up, We don't want
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