Lyrics:
happy
Until one of them was dead
Curb crawler I'm just a back street walker
Now the winner he was big around 7ft tall
And just by looking in his face
a way to get myself out the mud
It's hard to make it out the hood unless you die by a gun
Don't let them trick you off the streets, it's a part
Way out there in the wilderness
Of love and pain
Under the gentle arches we rode
The silver streets
Couldn`t see a difference between gold
of the paramedics
Because it's brothers like him all around here
Ain't nowhere to go so you gotta stay down here
Cause if it ain't another brother shot dead
It's
but ain't ran one lap
Ran so far from the streets that you can't come back
You tripping with nowhere to unpack, forgot that
[Chorus]
"This is rap
ain't want none of this
Back streets are like track meets 'cause I be runnin' this
[Chorus: Ozzy Osbourne]
Ain't nowhere to run ('cause I be runnin'
the corner of a dead end street
The cars, they pass me by
As the people stare in silence on the screen
So hold it, until its light
Too much salt will kill
like I was by myself
(That shit killed my soul)
I been searching for ya love
It was nowhere to be found
When I needed you the most
Felt like I was by
and every Wednesday night I would be
At Crestmont Church of Christ, just my daddy and me
But I know he didn't love me, because I was raised by the streets
that you seen it all
Like I'm out of nowhere and beating all
Chain chongs nigga ass black bean in all
You know the word bitch sing along the shit goes
to remove doubts and
Think about it, there's two sculptors named Gutzon and Lincoln
Who carved dead president heads
Who got paid dead president heads by
what the fuck is this?
The guns rode by and at the blink of an eye
They was dead where they stand, what a fuckin way to die
Damn, I guess that's how shit
Way out there in the wilderness
Of love and pain
Under the gentle arches we rode
The silver streets
Couldn't see a difference between gold
smoke again
Ayo, who's that, it's Lil EZ
Back from the dead, eggs over easy all over his head
I can cook you an omelette and shove it down your throat
feel it
If you're living by the street code there's no religion
There's no gods out here when they tryna kill us
Is different than selling dope to losing
the streets , fucking with the family man I take that shit to heart
Got it off the scale nowhere lit its off the charts
They been trying to end us from
lit
We was the type to shoot a nigga dead and pray that y'all live
So we can swing by your house and come and spray at 'all crib
Had the trap
ran one lap
Ran so far from the streets that you can't come back
You tripping with nowhere to unpack, forgot that
In front of two-inch glass and Arabs
Living as though we are dirt
Staring like you've seen a ghost
The lowest of the low, with nowhere to go
Back from the dead, now we're groveling
I'm her daddy
Barely see her, I'm a dead beat
Dripping wet (spill), splashin' on 'em
Slice the twelve feet (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Go
If yo' bitch
teeth, now it's killing time
Angel in our pocket, devil by our side
We ain't going nowhere, 'cuz heroes never die
Still alive
Blood of heroes
Drugged and abuse in a plan of seduction
With nowhere to hide
Treated like shit and left to die
With him by your side
You did what you had to feed
out here lookin' crazy
Ain't no strap, lookin' weak
Got you leanin' in the street
Masked up out here lookin' crazy
Masked up out here lookin' crazy
ran one lap
Ran so far from the streets that you can't come back
You tripping with nowhere to unpack, forgot that
In front of two-inch glass and Arabs
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