Lyrics:
a fifth, wonderin' if ten shots can stop spirits
If nigga's try to rob me then I won't hear it
Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood
in for the kill
Oh you my shit k?
Ight fucc you still
All the time
RDot my cuz
Know he real
I get blood on my jeans
I hope nobody squeal
And it's gon
and quite a problem here
(Outside)
Hosanna, Superstar
Listen to that howling mob of blockheads in the street
A trick or two with lepers and the whole town's
Hosanna! Superstar!
ANNAS
Listen to that howling mob of blockheads in the street!
A trick or two with lepers, and the whole town's on its feet.
It's like my mind is like a—, like a—
Like an amusement park or something
Uh-huh
[Chorus]
Admission (Huh)
999 to get in (Yeah)
I'm for the outsiders,
never grew up
31 and can't give his youth, he's in his second childhood
"Cause when I flow the for the street"
"Who else could it be"
"N-A-S"
"Nas"
New track suit, big red velour
We not trying to flex out here feeding the poor in spirit
We preach about Jesus and then we go mirror it
Grabbing
underfoot and very little sign of rain. Well it certainly looks as though
we're in for a splendid afternoon's sport in this the 127th Upperclass
Twit
missing you
Telling it how it was
And filled with so much love
And how we missing you
And how we missing you
Losing you with the dub
And ain't seen you in
bitch just squirted on my jeans
Set up by a bean
I ain't get no guidance I jumped in the streets
Cause we gotta eat
And bro just got knocked for an AM you
The grind'll make today look gray
And paint a tainted picture of tomorrows in enamel black
Meet the rhyme, street grind, son whatever the beast
I'm a take it
Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south
(Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)
(Southwest put'cha dubs up baby, let's go!)
out at the club
Surrounded by thugs, bouncing the Dub, just
Throw Ya Hood Up
When you ain't in yo hood
Right when them bitch niggas
Thinking it's good
sweet
It make you move your feet
Well, people hear the beat
It's tough like a concrete
Reggae in di street
Inna di club, pon di beach
It make you feel
by my collar
Like a veteran can't hold me down
Never
But when the end day, they try
It's comedy
Ha ha ha ha ha
David Letterman live in the alley in
in the streets
She reps for L-B-Dub ENT
She a nice size wit' the pretty brown bright eyes
I'm a winner wit' the right prize
I'ma give it to her
can't even add it
All of them really want addys
They finna crash like a beemer
I don't even know why she fuck with me
I'm just by my lonely
I do not fuck
doctor
And if me and Ren's on the mike it's like propaganda, no doubt
"Boy you should've known by now" ..
Compton's in the house
Yeah, it's time to put
it stings
But we can't accept/no patience left
We can't stand by/John has to die
We can't ignore/this is a war
There won't be any more
Bad things
Like an island
Cool as can be
Where you find him
Came out the streets
Let me remind them
Pocket full of green
That's lettuce
Fit really mean
Forget it
Oh
with these monkeys
Had to show them it won't funny
Had to get in to a bag
Yea I'm stepping on them haters
Put these niggas on a shelf
Asthma attack check
to,we used to, We used to rob for them petty thangs like a gold chain Or a mothafucking pinky ring Now it's cocaine I'm the dope man Cigarettes in my
then you cssed out
Yeah ha.
Break a whole pound into 8ths and Dubs.
Find me the Streets, you won't see me in the Club.
Find me in the streets you won't
Street, Ben Jury
Shout out to Lamessie and Amanda, from LMAC
Down in Singapore, (Voss!), Yeah, my lil' brother Dano, Dano West, As-salamu alaykum
(Street
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