Lyrics:
by four for four bar intro (talk vibes 8)
Yeah baby We getting guap in the city
Niccas gettin busy w/ 2 - 3 hanging around / they follow the sound
to help me
Even when you were born
You were six weeks old, this one is not even Africa, it's this nation
I was on the streets for three years
I have
the same
And by 1998 we still had game.
[verse 3]
Only a pawn in the game
Chastised for namin names
What was said and who said it
Anti nothing so forget it
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,
just go by Heem
The CEO of the streets, like Ghost I've been tryna leave
The game but it's apart of me
I'm popping like July 3 was yesterday
Know what I
stole somebody's dope and a gold rope
Now my son's on the run, he's a wanted one
Had fun then was done by a shotgun
Upstairs I cover my ears and tears
lost confidence
Up in the streets and the bricks always
95 Zoo, Zulu Kings all days
Hustlers flow
Crushed the gold
Sick like FUSIK
I need custom homes
leave
I've been running, running, running
I ain't slept in weeks
I've been lost in the streets
I've been found by the breeze
I've been weak in
A scale and some Arm & Hammer
Soul-gold grill and a baby mama
Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers
Stack of question with no answers
Cure for cancer,
to the mouth, ya heard?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Silkk the Shocker]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me start by sayin off the bat nigga, I don't give a fuck
I'm in a project
it was sess Son niggaz would smoke this shit up
So wake the fuck up or get broke the fuck up
Yo yo yo we are street soldiers of the dark side
them drugs while you in them streets
If them opps catch you they gon put your face right on a T
Three deep no miami we just out here giving heat
From
around
Blue lights
Hit em wit the drive by
cnybody can die tonight
Duct tape
Ski mask
I'll take
3 bands
Shots Fired
Leave fast
Duckin when they bustin we
ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[Swizz beatz]
It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over
[Sonja
down by the races
And in other desperate places
Helping rich men part with payslips
On the prayer they'd get it back
Down in Flea Street he first met
to Heaven
There will be no end of time
We'll still be together
cnd you'll still be mine
Chorus
cnd we will walk the streets of gold
Hand in hand
cnd travel
They turned kings into slaves
Turned gold to minimum wage
Then turned around and told us
To go back from where we came
They turned kings into slaves
of grey and then 3 months to grow
A black and white picture
All romance deceased
A beautiful cold that stole light from the street
I care for your warmth
gunnin with the Three 6
40 Cal in my draws runnin from them laws
A clip is rolled in my sock
Im hoping that I don't fall
I'm certainly hittin corners,
ridin'
First hunnid band off street money
Had to trap up on that three some'
Lean, percocets, xanny (drugs)
Yeah I just had a threesome
I can't wait
a fact
I was there when he was crowned 'Boss Playa', cheah
I had three on my right arm and four on my left
Lime green and gold, we was sharp to death
After Hours it was cool
Ten after one I think I'll hop the horse
Downtown late of three of course
Just came from fishing couldn't get a catch
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