Lyrics:
You a freak, that's summin you can be
Keep playin' wit me, then I gotta hit ya peeps
The girls love me, 'cause I'm from the streets
In the bed, I'm
Yo, yeah, girl
Can you hear that? It's playing our song
Are you sleepy? Take a nap
You're not afraid of the dark, are you?
You hear the beat
You ain’t seen the shit I seen
Half of this start to get old
Member that time they hit my whip
Windshield full of wit bullet holes
I ain’t sleep until I
try to step to me
All my brothers quiet movin in silence send em to yo street
Have some niggas run inside yo crib while u sleep
Dollars over change That
You wanna fuck with T
I will really rob yo life
Take yo money
Then I leave you bleeding dying by my knife
You are nothing but a bitch that I be
the game since 1979
My niggas on the street taught me to perk and drink wine
I'm young, full of cum, nothin to lose
Paid my dues, I'm settin the rules
I got
good night laid back live it up forever
We had a good time good night if you feel alright
then put yo hand up To the sky can you feel the vibe
And put
running to one fiend.
Yo black tops I got that yellow high for hours buy from me now or next
Time I swear I'll sell you flour I got dreams of getting a 98
he had a lot of friends that he would visit on the weekends
Thrill seekin, influenced by his teachings
My daddy knew him, yo, he met him at a hotel
he had a lot of friends that he would visit on the weekends
Thrill seekin, influenced by his teachings
My daddy knew him, yo, he met him at a hotel
to learn that these bitches they be for whatever (Whatever they want)
The whole time you loving this bitch in reality she for the streets (Streets)
Can't
time to be afraid
Gimme yours or get laid
Give up the goods or get sprayed
Hey Yo, ain't no time for faking jacks 'cause niggas who fake jacks
Get
militant
Some say I'm full of it, you full of shit homie I'll never quit, I'll never sit!
I stand by my word, somebody tell 'em what the motherfucking
time
Get your's cause I gotz mine, Welcome!
Chorus:
Welcome to the wild, Wild West
You make it in these streets my brutha
Then ya blessed
Cause it's
the dogfight
Full throttle turbo son, we goin' be outta yo sight
It's so fast, oh, my, god, like a meteorite
It could be only one shine, that is in my life
of 'em.(None of 'em)
All we got on the street is ours balls and our word.(That's it. That's it.)
Yo it's rules to this shit
and you can't break none
sacrifice that pagan
‘Cause it’s Coka, it’s going down
Do you want it by the key
Do you want it by the pound?
Yo it’s Coka, it’s going down
Do you want it by
to stop
This Christmas I'm going full Pac
Icing motherfuckers and there's no time to chalk
This Christmas I'm going full Pac
Icing motherfuckers and there's
to finish off yo a
You a walkin' dead and it's a fact
You slimey niggas play the game wrong
Get popped, can't do they time so they sang songs
I turned
[Featuring Star Polite]
[Method Man]
(There...there?)
One more game
Yo uh huh uh huh
Staar
Surround sounder blunt smokin
the times you fought with me
watch the clock now chock full of hypocrisy
and now your mouth wishes it could inhale
every single little thing you said to make
Stopping me, back stabbing me constantly
Remembering all those times you fought with me
Watch the clock now chop full of hypocrisy
And now your mouth
you shine if you can't rhyme
Dime droppers will give your fed time, if you sleep
But my mistake will be masterin' heat on city streets
And in
tired of all y'all crab ass rappers
Bucktown home of the Original Gunn Clappaz
Use to be on ocean by the street empire
See my man Buckshot on Bushwick
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