Lyrics:
it)
Or M. I. A. (grind it)
Living by one motto.
‘cause I hustle for today. So I can grind it hard for tomorrow
[Verse 3]
(Grinding) In the morning.
home when I'm awake, but he shows up when I sleep
I can't believe that there's a nightmare, on my street
It was a Saturday evening if I remember it
it
By this time tomorrow I'll be over you
By this time tomorrow there'll be nothing left to loose
And it breaks my heart
They all say I should
a team
We was posted by the fiends
We ain't had coach carter
Better turn a new leaf
Before you dead on the street
Oh Heavenly Father
Put my soul at ease
Maddie lived in west LA
Long brown hair with bangs that lay
Upon her brow, tanned lightly by the sun
Her sparkling eyes were crystal blue
When she
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
If I see you tomorrow on some street in town
Pardon me if I don't say "Hello."
I belong to another and it doesn''t look so good
To know someone
If I see you tomorrow
On some street in town
Pardon me if I don't say' hello'
I belong to another and it wouldn't look so good
To know someone
in Jaguars
Open fire when you see me yell out and make em whisper
The club that I'm a member, they'll be gone by November
Keys to the city got killers
doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
God, tell me why the real ones die
Tell me why I still get high
Tell me why I feel much pain but I still won't cry
Tell me why the streets on fire
stripping in the finest places
But I got cash like I'm buying these places
Uh, I turn 23 and turn 23
Burn plenty trees by any means homie
Buy skinny jeans
em' with the holy ghost when I see em' tomorrow
I don't really wanna die but I know I'll evolve cause
You've been struck by
You've been struck by
He's gone when I'm awake but he shows up when I'm asleep
I can't believe that there's a nightmare - on my street!
[Fresh Prince]
It was a Saturday
One day follows the other
My time is passing by
The streets look all the same
One step follows the other
And nothing really matters
Everything is
to ask our leaders why
The day will come, a day of sorrow
A day we'll see them strollin' out to tomorrow.
The song of life that once we knew so well
to ask our leaders why
The day will come, a day of sorrow
A day we'll see them strollin' out to tomorrow.
The song of life that once we knew so well
gotta get paid (what?)
King of the streets, young nigga made
Sprayin' up the crowd, take it to the grave
Ain't havin' problems, I'm sippin' the Barre
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
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