Lyrics:
for years
I suffer from self doubt, put a cramp in my fears
If there's a God, this would be the perfect span to appear
I'm not a street nigga, never
Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke, and her niggas too (ha)
I can do bad by myself, went from rags to wealth
From Jags
the game, but it was war, boy
Because the streets entice you for the wrong things
I couldn't pay the price, I wrote a song theme
And from the moment I touched
Clock is a ticking
Our deep help beliefs are threatened by heathens
Hippies and lefties are in the streets screamin
They've left a big crack in our glass
The streets made us officially
Flash or lay low
Meet the undisputed king of the volcano
Picture my team, living this American Dream
All in my theme
Lovin' how
and
Rappers out to dethrone me
For they crown they head is cut off
Bodies is laid
Dead in the street, it's so fuckin pitiful
First they love you
Could be
the club and does our thing
My goonies by the bar
We ghetto superstars
They know just who we are
We pistol poppers chopper choppers
Blame it
Cause you've never been seen on camera
Wait a minute, you can't say you
Built this platform by yourself bitch
None of us can
That's a combined effort from
mother gave birth but she really never had me
Left to the hood to play daddy
Raised by niggas named Butch, Scoot or Bae-Bae
With weight so they weigh
sound track to the hood theme music for the thug
I told you I'm still in love baby
beats drop heavy every rhyme one ton
streets not ready hurry nine
you are
Comin from afar, reachin for the stars
Run away with me, to another place
We can rely on each other, uh-huh
From one corner, to another,
Day 1
Hey
It Feel like it gonna be Beautiful
Day
Hey It Feel like it gonna be Beautiful Day
Money Verse
I'm from the street,
you're from
and Crystal do but Crystal's single
Bonnie's broke and her niggas too (ha)
I can do bad by myself
Went from rags to wealth
From Jags to Bentleys to, plenty ass
coffee dashes out the door
Luckily she was on time for her bus ride
Got in walked to the back sat by the window
As she's listening to music she's back
wall street bound
Walkin' on Holy ground
Give is the greatest of all, I spread my love around
Young black multi, this ain't a game son, we run
How you gon judge look where we came from
Praying for the sun every time the rain come
Pour up the double cups to ease the pain some
Get rich and run
up
Get inflicted by my verbal conviction
A Bad Boy but far from a Detroit Piston
You're not focused enough, you're not listenin'
You need to slow
on, and the most hated
Hated by niggas with no hustle
Starin' at me in the club like I won't bust you
In the face with the spades, life is a card
dreams up from off the ground
And be not so easily swayed
By the troubles and the turmoils of the day
That seem to float through the air
Instead let's ask
I remember playing streets for change
Yeah that's it yeah
I remember playing streets for change
I remember back in school yeah you said you'd never
initially
Officially love and lust
Accompanied by misery
So obsessed with company
Watchin' how you move, how you walk
Where your compass be
Even when you move
you're getting quick
Back when the theme song to the news, was our gateway to the globe
Before http's, tablets and phones
The streets I would roam, taught
yeah yeah can't get nothin' from me
Fit to clean when they play my theme imma break through shit
Like Devon Dudley
Yeah yeah yeah can't get nothin' from
than usual
The food looked great and it was money not glory
So when the ]clock struck eight
They began the theme] from Love Story
Time went by
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