Lyrics:
the capacity is two.
We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers.
Now wearin' my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, mutherfuckers.
They're out
your head's spinning, it's in space
'Cause I went from daily train Liverpool Lime Street
Now they've got Junior on repeat
My goals pre-planned like set
chose the streets and it's hurtin' my mama (my mama)
I heard the beat and the millions start comin'
I had no money, been locked in the jungle (no money)
We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers. Now wearin'
my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, muther f**kers. They're out to take our
yea yea)
What?
That's right
My brother Clue dun' got us fuckin' wit the intro, to murder somebody
We cheque-cash niggas wit four fingers on 'em
in a black and white the capacity is two.
We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers.
Now wearin' my dyes, 'cause I'm not
the racks
Shit I’m making the racks
Said that shit I ain’t takin it back
I know one day I’ll be making the bag
But until then I be makin the tracks
Still ten
scare me
I obide by the laws of these streets sincerely, a real nigga
The type that can build with ya
Verbalize bring life to a still picture, it's
scare me
I obide by the laws of these streets sincerely, a real nigga
The type that can build with ya
Verbalize bring life to a still picture, it's
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
Illuminate abhorrent amount of gore that consume the walls
Diffuse the rate you takin' in oxygen, need Albuterol
Mutilation takin' place whether you want it
(Banger)
What up, nephew? Man, you know what it is
I wanna start this jawn just by sayin' man, I'm so proud of you, man
But after that, it's all
we not with it
All the opps takin' cover, got caught slippin'
Go spin they block with them cutters, we not missin'
Man, I miss the old streets
your hand holding yo dick
When you fuck the streets, just make sure the road is paved
Hustlers live by a code, and they swore to take it to their grave
on pills (chill)
I lost Shanayna to that shit, it still don't feel real
Standin' over her, shakin' my head, wipin' Damiyah tears (uh)
She takin' it
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
The streets then made him savage
He bearly show no love
His family did him bogush
Cant trust his own blood
Its hard to keep his focus
Distracted from the world
V.N.G.
Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter
Squeeze the trigger
I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard
fifties
Y'all old cops lost it drinkin' the scotch barfless
I don't like movies so I hit up the Box Office
You the softest I'm takin' ya honies they
folded fifties
Y'all old cops lost it
Drinkin' the scotch barfless
I don't like movies
So I hit up the Box Office
You the softest, I'm takin' ya honeys
nothin' 'bout nothin'
And if my brother say, "Let's slide"
Well then my sister sliding too
It ain't no slippin' on this side
I got my grip and found my
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
It's a cryin' shame, brothers takin' life as a game
Growing up against the law, but no one knows who's to blame
Dealin' drugs on the corner, you
niggas don't get into that
Can't post on my block, meal rinse, how that where they sendin' at? (They killin' it)
Catch me by myself, skinny jeans, forty
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