Lyrics:
are ragged, no (G7)shoes on my feet "
Said the little paper boy, there on the (C)street
Early next mornin' as the (G7)crowd passed by
The little
C D G
I am lying face down on the street
on the low
And get it everywhere that we go
Let me do my thang
New gators on my feet
Rolling up and down the street
Let me do my thang
I bust a new batch
What you hearing what you hearing is prophecy on the beat
Scriptures quoted by the greats I allowed to inhabit me
Yaadii
D C G!
ElKGana nehgga
They say we N-I Double G-E-R
We are much more
Still we choose to ignore
The obvious
Man this history don't acknowledge us
We was scholars long
to 35 a P
That'll get these niggas in the way, off of the Streets
Let's take it back to 25 a G
No C, niggas out here know I got the D
P.G. makin' plays,
in the block holding
If you see me rolling by
Remember that you don't know me (you don't know me)
If you see me in the streets rolling
If you see me
the streets rollin
(c'mon) if you see me on the block holdin
(what nigga) if you see me rollin by
Remember that chu don't know me
(you don't know me)
Bitch
we gonna lay up And leave them in the streets
We know you love these beats Pro stream by any means
Together, two of the greatest things You heard
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle,
a waterfall on the sheets (hey)
Paintings on the wall, Mona Lisa (Mona)
Switch my ho by the week
Bring my flame to the street
Fuck her in the throat
Keep
me
1 thang bout me
I do it 4 duh streets
I do it fa duh killas nd dem young o-gz
Tell you diz about me,
Bout me ,bout me ,
Bout me,
Ima g ima rock
time
Flossed up, ready for some fun
Pacheco and Madhouse, the top guns
3 deep, rolling down the street so they all can see
That I'm with my G
G-Unit man, G-Unit video games
G-Unit everything man
When, every magazine stand you walk
By you're gonna see me
Every time you turn on your TV, you're
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V
Ain't none of that shit better than
A B G (Yae)
Hustle, making money on the go
I'm the young D boy by
my G's
Slowing down with my G's,Slowing down with my G's,
Alright with my G's
Street's wanna hail my name****
Anytime shawdy wanna turn up
You know
This ain't livin'
Nigga, I hear even the smaller G's be dippin' Chevy Impalas
While flossin' they gold D's, O.G.'s, is who they follow
We
This ain't livin'..
[2Pac]
N**** - I hear even the smaller G's be dippin' Chevy Impalas
while flossin' they gold D's, O.G.'s, is who they follow
warm at night
C I’ve been walking down the old streets
Am looking at all the cobblestones
G the people are passing me by
Fmaj7 I’m trying not
T-G-I-C
Don't believe what you see When you on IG
Red ropes by the VIP,
Friday, Saturday do it B-I-G Wake up, then we on repeat Pre-game at the crib,
warned them now they surely scared of us
seriously we party stay out the streets or face the territory
cowards of the hour sickened by my tower
and Cali G
Big Ed, see-Murder, and Master P
Gettin' paid in the rap game
Some real players, from the streets man (From the streets man)
Just a player
fell in love with the streets
Crips, the Bloods, G's, the Kings
From the North, South, West, to the East
I fell in love with the streets
I'm a rare
Wait, hold up, chill, what's that, son?
Damn nigga got fucked, shit, huh
By his back, watch nigga run
Seven the center of your eight point Sun
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