Lyrics:
on
The Westside nigga
We ballers for real...
[Kurupt]
For real I got it bought you the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin' that it was what
bout, bout bout bout
Me and my guys be lurking the streets plottin upside down smiling
Bummin no matter Skully, hoods, bandannas, bullets
Stocking
that the love they shared was true
Far away the fiddler's bowing, the grass forever blue
It was in the dead of winter when her man first caught
dolla bill, McDonald’s
We be savin’ money without switching to Geico
A buck twenty-five by the twenty car pile-up, wile up
In the Wild West, get your
Blue Jay
Talkin' to me like they really wan' be on my side
But do they?
Got a VV wrapping all my bands
And 'em bills all got a blueface
Flyin high, with
Looking on various street corners
I'm sure you've seen it yourself
Standing on the corner is an alleged brother
Dressed in blue or green, red
Looking on various street corners
I'm sure you've seen it yourself
Standing on the corner is an alleged brother
Dressed in blue or green, red
the back of the head and shanked him with a knife
And that goes for anybody who's gotta pay they dues
You lose, 'cause I got the ill street blues
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
Than a thousand with the wicked
Who live and perish by the sword
North Beach Tagging Blues
North Beach Tagging Blues
North Beach Tagging Blues
North
we been
While I stack my bills right, roll the dice and watch em' spin
Put my Pumas on the track and made my blue notes servin' grams
Yes I did, yes I
got the Ill Street Blues
Chorus:
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues (repeat 4x)
Suckers I clobber, because my town is full of cops
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
hand in the blue flame
Just to see if we burn
What's a priest to a pimp?
What's a lorde to a whore?
William Blake cleaned windows, I just kick down
to sell my guitar
But even poor old me has to pay the bills
Last night I had a vision I was walking through the streets of Paris with Uma Thurman
Over by
the theme song from Hill Street Blues
This is real, this is ill street news
How he gone, and left his moms mind struck
Now his brother ain't giving
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
me at the Gate
The Old Blue Yodeler himself Jimmy Rodgers
He said to me "Bill they asked me to show you around up here
And right over there is some
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
I'm able to say fuck regular weed, I get hydro by the bag
I'm the same nigga white tennis shoes, blue jeans and a white t-shirt
24/7 all day
Hundreds Hundreds Blue bills
Yeah
Molly X Blue pills
Yeah
Good coke Cheap Thrills
Yeah
Too turnt No chill
Aye
I got no chill I got no chill
I got no
the love they shared was true
Far away the fiddler's bowing, the grass forever blue
It was in the dead of winter when her man first caught the chill
And he
down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
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