Lyrics:
the streets don't play fair
Niggas mad cuz you got more rides than the state fair
Terrified I can't lie boy I stay scared
So I keep a lotta toys like
proud to listen
The secret of amalgamism and algorithm
Coming from where only kings and crowns permitted to darkness
Where archaeologists found my
blowin' shit, coastal from east and west
We rockin' our vest, cannon might roast you
High powered hydrolic Eddie Bauer rockwilder
Who wilder? Slang bit
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
my son and my daughter
[1] - If you had twenty four hours to live just think
Where would you go?
What would you do?
Who would you screw?
And who would
on if you want to
From the city where we known, baby for what we goin do
I'm the lady alligator who's the calm in that water
I'm the migrane
men
Call me Charlie Green
I’m in the streets with that thing
I gotta get it right
You can dodge for so long like Eddie
My chopper Scary Spice
I leave
Balang-balang-balang to mandem rock 'cause I love thee
If you live by the sword you guh fi die by the gun
'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commit sins
I was
jingle bell sugar on toast
The fellowship shop is from the west coast
Hey hash and eggs crocodile legs
I'll bring the chronic you bring the kegs
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Gee-gee-geyeah
Baby, watching, streets
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Live from Brooklyn
Uh-huh uh
The streets is watching
Check it, check
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Gee-gee-geyeah
Baby, watching, streets
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Live from Brooklyn
Uh-huh uh
The streets is watching
Check it, check
Balang-balang-balang to mandem rock 'cause I love thee
If you live by the sword you guh fi die by the gun
'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commit sins
I was
of blunt scissors! hey-hey!
Yes, and in the parking lot across the street from the
One fifth avenue hotel (in between a pair of customized trucks where
And from the greats
We emulate
Like Kobe's fade
Or Family traits
On my own yeah that's fine for now
Said we fishers of the men and they biting now
Ima tell
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
quarter, and no quarter do we give
We're right down the street from the street where you live
They mutilated his body and they took out his brain
What
Same size as Dua Lipa, where the fuck my pen go?
Second fiddle to weirdos, you feel like Eddie Winslow
Street Fighter like Birdie, keep a stick like
not individual
But one Nation under God, that's indivisible
My time critical, hands-off from digital
Me and my lady bark, back when the Planets was
shotgun, coolin' with my man fresh Wes
The royal blue Brougham was a drop top rag
You could tell we was pimps from the Las Vegas tags
'Cause that's how we
MOTHERFUCKERS OUT OF THEY SHOES, WHAT?
[Angie Martinez]
Comin live from the streets where some died tryin to eat
From Y.O. to Philly, from Harlem to Q.B.
to share it with all of you
And clear the air a little bit
Say it all from my point of view
I haven't seen you in a while
All the dust has been settled now
brought to life?
Where I'm from, you get cheffed on a normal night
Men talk on my name, but it's porkie pies
I really put it in a prick like a porcupine
and the advice
From the ladies of the night
Who can't run they own life
Up in your air
Nothing is fair
Why do you care?
Why do you always take it there?
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