Lyrics:
the bay
Aye we do our own thang
We run the streets and we start our own gang (Unlawful)
It's the yay
Aye we got our own slang (Yadadamean)
We run the world
Washington couldn't find any glory
In the overcrowded streets of the city
I know it's shitty but I can do without the pity
(Baby never
with the dick when I shot like a hundred rounds
One of the realest, I am the hardest
I'm from the streets, I'm from the projects
I made a check, I
to the safe)
Son runs our state
Carrying coke by the weight (weight)
Make 'em put pounds in the weed gate (weed gate)
And it's ran by Ol' Dirty (dirty)
12
all the street hustlers
And keeping 'em posted
That white and that blue car
We call 'em the law
And the dirt that my niggas do
Is done in the dark
it, hey they keep it real as fuck
We goin' to House of Blues tonight after the DJ in the Nolia
On Washington and Frerret, across the street from
it, hey they keep it real as fuck
We goin' to House of Blues tonight after the DJ in the Nolia
On Washington and Frerret, across the street from
bought the House of Blues tonight after the DJ in the Nolia
On Washington and Freret, across the street from Babosca
But first I'm 'bout to snatch up all
Only On The Westside Fool
Surrounded By Section 8 Houses And The Projects
A Place Where You Make The Wrong Turn, You're Gettin Robbed At
We All
corrupt
A street grudge put me in front of a judge
But I stood there like what, the Bee don't budge
It's a foul game, no such thing as fair play
know how we rockin'
All through the cold nights, by the pole light I'm grippin' my shotty
He made a diss 'bout my lil' brother
I thought that you blue
side chi town
Niggas in the hood taught the boy to never back down
Come around take a walk in my city streets
You motherfuckers say you thugs, well
Communism and capitalism hold each other by the throat
The tug-of-war between these two ideologies result in a
Historic turning point in our world
The First
it
Yaun take it to the streets let the whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun
One, take it to the streets let the whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun nigga
I ain't
near drove me crazy
Young nigga went to school just to sell some dope
A lil' crazy ass nigga wit a knife in his coat
And in the streets broke heathens
glamour glitters and gold
i unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
when i'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
to conquer peace
You better watch for the sweep
Look them people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street
I'm layin off in some room by my bitch duckin' them
circlin', two cuts on shorty mugged
Streets turn by the fliest of bug
It's switch the e-shit fucker
I take rhymes like a piss
Eat the beats like tuna fish
Tingin sa taas
Kneeling down
In the secular
Masipag mahal ko
Ang tao ko
Street Bible beat you like my rival
Staying up and down
We ain't down
What
on they brothers
Never judge you, but the streets will never love you
I wonder what it come to in your brain for you run to
Ones that hate us and cuff us
Yaun take it to the streets let
The whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career
Don't blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun nigga
I ain't
my neighbors, I was a rough kid
Hearing sirens through my window
Them blue and red lights kept me up at night
I couldn't get enough of life
I seen
the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin' projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
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