Lyrics:
you we ballin outta control
Cause we do shows all seven days of the week
Top of the line rides flying up and down the street
Any kind of car C.M.B
I just want some affection I just want some affection I don't want no hoochie-coochie mama No back door woman No queen street sex
gettin dollars
The lyrical Street Fighter call me Sagat
Blazin hot like the bullet from somebody gettin shot
Where ther's a drum there's a beat
Well I hear they're singing in the streets that
Jesus is alive
And all creation shouts aloud that
Jesus is alive
Now surely we can all be changed
like always writing songs in love with you
These insides of mine don't lie
You're always on my mind
I can be on city streets
Or down south in
down to lonesome town to cry my troubles away
In the town of broken hearts the streets are paved with regret
Maybe down in lonesome town I can learn
On the camouflage sets, in the bricks, niggas die wet
Till the death for street glory, it's infinite beef
Though it's most of the reasons lot of niggas six deep
to kick it on the street
But I hit the shit and start tripping on the beat
So nod your head to this, to cess I'm prejudice
I never smoke the shit because
sales
keep me paid jus' like bill.He jump street day now I gottah come an get cha,
lay it down an everybody das wit cha. I make money off the muthafuckin'
type funk for your sissys (word up)
Huh, I take it to the streets, if you can't run up on my turf then get some
cleats
I let one nigga slide in 93,
conversation
If it wasn't for the lies, lies, lies
And still I ought to tell you everything
'Till I close my eyes
Suddenly I'm on the street
Seven years
to get pushed back
You could poke your chest out in the street
That's cool
But in a bing this fool
Was like Louis Rich meat
We don't run from
Parachute and jump, held high on a stump
Wit a pump, bout to dump, put a end to the hunt
[Chorus]
The streets is a muthafucka
Dope game, rock game,
Oh little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth,
Gyeah
Gyeah
We can take it to the streets with the crips and the bloods
These real CPT G's please show no love
Compton
Compton
in this bitch
Somebody
street hustlers and dealers
Nigga ghetto millionaires captains, colonels, luteinents
We packin' G's niggas stackin' Ki's niggas M-16 .45 AK's niggas
the blame
Life seems wasted on some
It seems such a shame
Street fighter man
You got to run while you can
Street fighter man
You got to run while you
a shy love Racket back street leanin' an the wall She reads a story of her life before a doll Did she give love could she feel love Did she find
Somewhere in this crazy night
With all this noise, and all this light
I'm out upon the crowded street
I play the game and I keep the beat
But
When my sugar walks down the street
All the little birdies go tweet, tweet, tweet.
And in the evening when the sun goes down
It's never dark when
I feel a sense of disbelief when I read the lies of Media Street.
What to do and when to hate. Come on, lads; let's fight a war.
But what are we
where you from that it's where you at
But where I'm from, why'all can tell, don't matter where I'm at
Born and bred in the streets of New York, New York
"Who do you think you're dealing with, some old slut on 42nd street?"
[s] "In case you didn't happen notice this, I'm one hell of a gorgeous chick!"
illusion of a broken home
It's a street fight, it's a Friday night alone
It's a bottle that's warming on the shelf
It's feeling just inches away from
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