Lyrics:
temper, bad
manners, and bad habit's
It dont matter muthafucka, if you need it
I can send them to the valley pick aˆ?em up and retrieve aˆ?em
Association by
on my own, I'ma put myself on these fuckin' street's
I'm sick and tired of livin' life is these city blues
I got to get my serve on ya see, I'm a come
me to take you back to where it all began
Listening to street poets black performing with my dad
Yo introduced to MCing by my cousin Scribe
Way before
Let's go
Let's go
yeah
Hook
In the street, you don't call no feds Fuck with me, you ain't got no chance
Got tell these niggas in advance
So if I ever
from the Car-Swerve Village
And moved the north side city wit this downtown witty
That influenced, project grew 'n' then now '88 gritty
Twelve years
at periscope depth
It looks to me like he's going to attack
By the way did you know that a submarine
Captain earns 200,000 dollars a year"
[Edward:]"That's
In the town of the street
Where I keep a parking place for me to sleep
I wake up look around
Something?s changed and something?s frayed the city
in a day, I've upgraded
This the lifestyle you wanted? 5 years ago I still wasn't shit
My penitentiary ain't give a fuck about hits
Burning the street
the streets, I'm a full-fledged retard
Was the city block overseer
Man your life is Chuck E. Cheese, mine is a pizzeria
How many pies I done flipped? I lost
I took a plane out to London, by the Fulham rd there I will be
A new year's fast approaching, celebrating my girl and me
The last was a year worth
the wrong nigga’s my loyalty/ uh
my loyalty made me a fool nigga/
thought it was rules to this shit/
but nigga’s don’t live by no rules nigga/
feel like
back and relaxed
Before the snap, Scott Lang was helping Hank
By going to the quantum realm to find
His wife from thirty years ago
A message suggested
change where I'm at
And I just wanna go home
But don't know what that means
So I just walk alone
Through these damp, cold city streets
Sometimes the best
been ready for war we are
The motherfuckers on the street with the heat
Knockin' them hoes off they feet
Say boy it's a jungle out there
Get a couple
peace a real warrior
Nigga been ready for war we are
The motherfuckers on the street with the heat
Knockin' them hoes off they feet
Say boy it's
You won't see me fucking with a
Bum bitch I got high standards
The police asked this nigga what happened he
Told the right answers
Two years ago I
of Kansas City
Three year anniversary and you ain't even hit me
We had to double back on a lease
Cause you was busy bussing shit and fucking on
I don't say
the heats
Like I'm good on these streets
Driving by popping wheelies
Zooming by
On that YZ
No west Philly ties
Roll the best phillies
No lie
South Phoenix
a point I had to acknowledge it
But broken hearts hand out broken promises
I’m In a room surrounded by some people that I’ve know for plenty years but have
nigga
Heavenly father take the wheel
I'm on the inner state with some gurrillas
With shit can get me like two hundred years
Thug in the pen, I need
nigga that they gon' wanna be
Used to shoot a basketball
And every time a nigga hit a three
They always threw them folks with me
I'm on a two-way street
rock (years and years)
Therefore I am (original)
Right or wrong I sing my song
(Singin' my song the best I can) the best I can
Clap your hands
All
stone
Yeah
There's still crime in the city,
Said the cop on the beat,
I don't know if I can stop it
I feel like meat on the street
They paint my
But everyone has a weakness and a
Weakness can be leveraged his is
An 11- year- old honor student
In Gotham City his daughter
Flashback, Deadshot
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