Lyrics:
seeds, salutation from the missile plant
Quick to the hollow point, it ain't no olive branch
My low cal, four oh cal in the cardigan
Tempted by Satan,
5-1 not 5-0, Im'ma be 52
Bomb drop non-stop spitting on you
Never have so many been screwed by so few
Call to save y'all, so whatcha wanna do?
the Gaza Strip
You know where all the monsters is
Street walkers
You don't see no consciousness I'm coming back to where
The core of the problem is
We
(is he gon' ever fall off)
No, I walk by a so called tough guy
Watch him pass me nervous, after I passed him
He gon' get what the street life for
He
no fuckin' shame in it
That ain't your name if my last name ain't in it
This shit has been a process
It's playin' with my conscience
That I'm
nope I ain't with it
They'll push me on the street and say
(yo Jeff how bout a ticket man)
To your very next show
But I say no
And I tell them where
of the street
I ain't no thief, I'm just trying to eat
Man fuck the police and President (Georgia) Bush
So what happened to the levees, why wasn't they steady?
streets
With all these weapons
I swear to god we
Won't see no days
Where we stressing
They always counting
And watching all of
Your blessings
I Ain't
chestnuts?"
I said, "Hell, yes" she said, "Well, daddy
If I had nuts under my chin
Would those be chin-nuts?"
I said, "Hell no, bitch
You'd have a dick in your
on repeat
Shawty said she wanna leave
Get my beat we bout to hit
Metro housing by the streets
While my diamonds give me Heat
Aj told me bout his niece
Ain't
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
of attraction
And how you can have anything you imagine
If you put your mind to
It maybe we can further
Their dreams take 'em where they
Want nurture their needs
you off the streets if you let em
Lemme tell you how it be, where I be nigga
We in dese streets all day no referee nigga
All you hearing everyday is
I open my eyes to the streets where I was raised as a man
And learned to use my hands for protection
In scuffles, throw all my blows in doubles
I'm
to see
An emcee (like D) inside the place (to be)
And have you heard that he is third and his name is Jay
I'm Run the A
D the Deuce
And Jay's the Tre'
down like what nigga, YO!
That's all it takes and it's like, HERE WE GO!
Thorough type niggaz that control the streets
Rollin deep, holdin heat, don't
nope I ain't with it
They'll push me on the street and say
(yo Jeff how bout a ticket man)
To your very next show
But I say no
And I tell them where
out
You dropped my heart, ooh
So where's the love in that?
And it's the last time that you'll hear your name come out my mouth
No love lost for ya
round the city
And you know right where we at
That straight facts
Have a heart attack
Got you lookin back
Tig ole Bitties
And we hella pretty
Keep
street have a dead end?
No
Where do you live in the states?
Chinatown
Why are you here now?
Went to China, now I'm back
Must've been a few years now
Have
niggas lame
I'm ready to take it to some "G" shit
Street shit where caps get peeled
And wigs bound to get split i'm off Valence
Ain't no doubt this BG
the
Gas runs out (there goes ya Benz)
They just don't make my breed no more
Nobody lives by the code of the street no more
I don't deal wit the nonsense,
a fifth, wonderin' if ten shots can stop spirits
If nigga's try to rob me then I won't hear it
Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood
repeat my name
In every single song, you hearing Jesus reigns
No I ain't much of nothing, nothing but a sinner bro
By grace I'm more I praise the Lord,
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