Lyrics:
What I do isn't up to you
And if the city never sleeps then that makes two
Oh-oh, I'm burning on the back street (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Oh-oh, stuck here
stuck here sitting in the backseat
Oh-oh, and I'm blazing on the street
What I do isn't up to you
And if the city never sleeps
Then that makes two
What I do isn't up to you
And if the city never sleeps then that makes two
Oh-oh, I'm burning on the back street (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Oh-oh, stuck here
in the backseat
Oh oh, and I'm blazing on the street
What I do is not up to you
'Cause if the city never sleeps
Then that makes two, yeah
of the street
Every time I come through the hood
Y'all done left a nigga under them sheets
You don't give a fuck about you
So you wouldn't give a fuck about me
I
wanted was a father to give him some love
Tell him that he love him, that he need him
Promise he won't ever leave him
Never smoke crack, never lie,
Little Girl Voice) He once was a thug from around the way.
Eazy, but you should(Eazy-E Interupts with)
Bitch, Shut the fuck up.Get the fuck out
da street
Yeah I respect da street nigga
I do this for my hood
To all the guys who never give up until the end
God will bless our hustle
Yeahmen
Street
[Chorus: *Scratching*]
Pain In Da Ass "Fuck You" 3x
Styles "I don't give a fuck" 3x
Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are"
Pain In The Ass " Fuck
without the nigga
KC Ryder
How the fuck did you pick up
We gon' slow nigga
We start from the smash
We out from the smash nigga
And the other bad
Street
could make it all we had to do was keep our head up
Stay up stay tough and never give up
If you seek Him first He's like no other
He can be your mother
and shit?
Oh you talkin' 'bout that uh, that uh
The homies in the Cutlass on E
Niggas turnt up and we 'bout to hit the street
Ay the blood trippin', ay
the drink
Its going to be a long night
How tight can you get
Cause we on flight mood
Signals disconnected and we still pushing
On a high level
Never move down
like something that you ain't never motherfucking seen you done grew up motherfucker
They gave birth to you, know what I'm saying?
You got raised, you
give it up, I'm about to rock
Word on the street, I came to bring heat
I bring this joint to the test but I never take a puff
I rock the club
Oh, oh
What I got, you got to give it to your mama
What I got, you've got to give it to your papa
What I got, you got to give it to your
Oh, oh
What I got, you got to give it to your mama
What I got, you've got to give it to your papa
What I got, you got to give it to your
on the street, you reap what you sow
Not out of fear, but love, love for the game
Roc family first we never change, man
(Never, never, never, never, change)
of pressure, I'm in too deep
Life of a thug born and raised in the streets
You want war, I'ma give you war
I'm in too deep
You want peace, I'ma give you
the best
Therefore, hard to tell
You dropped me off by the dungeon
Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
Now are these niggas in this house
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck!
But see me on the street and duck
'Cause you finna get stuck, stoned,
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck!
But see me on the street and duck
'Cause you finna get stuck, stoned,
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck!
But see me on the street and duck
'Cause you finna get stuck, stoned,
body felt broken my knees collapsed in that room
I woke up early at six
Hopped in my old Ford, escape
And left that campus destroyed
By 46 and 3rd Street
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