Lyrics:
you
Hey, big dreamer, sorry I ain't see ya
Should've looked both ways when you crossed the street
That car hit you, now it's too late
And the world
behaving like foes
The streets is dirty I'm cold, I wanna see you get old lil boy
I'm doing the best of me, I'm living a legacy, I'm not in my prime
But
Fat Joe the Don!
And Mr worldwide reporting live from the east
Ross the boss, Mr mauricio
I know paper, can buy the newspapers
Millions now, billions
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
showed you that yo shawty is for the streets
It's the truth, don't come at me throwin fits
I'm just Mr. Steal Yo Bitch
Trappin out the church so I'm up
me rollin' in the Ghost, Patrick Swayze
Travelin' all across the coast for this gravy
Buyin' gold by the pound, I upgraded
I came from lil' Mexico,
is Dieuson Octave, changed his plea from not guilty to no contest"
"Mr. Octave, I've accepted your plea"
"In the two criminal cases that have put his
Mr. Slattington is back in town
Kermit the frog I know you had told
Piggy back bank they ain't check my rank
Sesame Streets she a freak for
you say
Mrs. Officer, Mrs. Officer
Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya
I'm Kidd Kidd, my face on every wanted poster
I'm wanted by every
on my crew
I went from dirt to large work like boatloads of keys
It's hard work and it hurts to live life on ya knees
So God please have a lil' mercy
Call me Mr. Carter, this volume number 3(number 3!)
I been going harder than everyone I see (where they at?)
I could be a martyr for dying in the streets
street stalker
(stalker) to walk a green mile (mile)
We piling up the paper on
The dining room table
'Cause you able to realize I'm the
Truth and not
your ass rolled over
By this 200 & 20 lb. 9th ward bulldozer
(mr. serv-on)
You bet it's me the only one to spell everything out
The nigga to snatch your
Lil' Boss
Slumping the corner in my coupe cocked
Going up the block
Got it soft to rock, plus my shit hot
One hop straight to the street top
Plus my
wanna smoke all of my dope
But to me I'd rather give 'em cum soap
Feed that lil bitch in a box like Cut the Rope
Making the Christians mad by
and yo
Ugly white Christmas has got got to go
Christmas would look a lil different with me
Eating warm cookies while out by the sea
101 degrees is
me, I sense the jealousy
I got telepathy, I got the recipe
I got the streets and I don't got no felonies
Forward thinking yeah my mind is ahead of me
Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E, I be forever thuggin baby!
The same nigga that's why the streets still love me baby!
Bitch I'm from Dade County.
See
in these streets so GDK in these streets
Toting glock nines and some rugers getting saved by the heat
I was raised in these streets, C.P.D.K in these
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
If he got a burner he gon have to fuckin pop out
If he wanna see me in the streets we gotta stop now
He don't understand we is goin for the Top Now
I
About an hour ago she called the police again
Something about a Trans am?
Mrs. Jones Begonias
I don't know what planet she's from to get the pills that
What's the story, Mr. Blue?
Did she pull the rug from under you?
Did she chop your dreams up two by two
And kick them out the door?
I could
What's the story, Mr. Blue?
Did she pull the rug from under you?
Did she chop your dreams up two by two
And kick them out the door?
I could
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