Lyrics:
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
Have you ever had a nightmare?
Wake up in the middle of the night
To see the devil right there with his eyes flared? (No!)
Terrifying sight that'll
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Gee-gee-geyeah
Baby, watchin, streets
Uh-huh uh huh uh
You don't have to look
Uh-huh uh
The streets is watching
Check it, check
sayin'?)
Lost the memory, him must have had them Xans in him (On them Xans)
Still ride SRTs with the yams in 'em (Skrt)
Rental in my cousin's name with
kill?
No need to pretend 'cause this shit is real
Don't be blinded by the red and blue lights
It's time to ride, it's time to rise up
Pay attention
a reflection of my section and my section eight
Enough, I own eight sections of the world, where I'm sexin' eight girls
Where I have them comin' in (uh)
nervous so I figit
Said her name was Bridget
Asked her if we could kick it
Carried on with my day
Hit her up with a hey
No reply to this day
All I know
close down at Kilroy's
Still don't have one to review
And yeah that kills me inside
This is no elegant lie
I wish we had blowout party at Grant Street
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
Hit the street
You going straight to DVD
You could never compete with me
I tried to lift you to the screen
‘Cause I believe and I believe
But the more I
with no sign of release
What happened to Jin? the buzz startin to die on the streets
As far as rhymes go I ain't never runnin out but
Without
the street homie I'm liable
To get it right then and there
Motherfuckers like, "Where?" he come from?
Got music for days and then some
They were stepping
help me walter Hartright
Is his name
(Another man who is sitting at the back
Overhears her and steps forward he takes
Her by the arm and during the next
that's a no-no
The streets ain't the only ones watching, taking photos
And life ain't bitches and money
This life's bout getting this money
Because
of the cross at the door
And I pray
That never used to happen before
(If you see him in the street, walking by himself
Talking to himself, have pity)
You
the lines, said it's S.O.B (Gang)
We Savage On the Beat, yeah we savage on the street
Other people got the name but they ain't savage like my team
Yeah, we
quarter, and no quarter do we give
We're right down the street from the street where you live
They mutilated his body and they took out his brain
What
the Coso artifact?
Come sit, I can show you the basics
Where will we go?
Where have we been?
Where will we go?
Where have we been?
Where will we go?
Where
Walk em down da street with his clothes off
I don't give no fuck about it
You ain have to do shawty like dat you know i heard about it
Ion give no fuck
Can't find no more forgiveness
I'm goin' crazy tryna find myself a hit
I already went crazy tryna stay
Down with that bitch
And I know the streets crazy
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
who had to make a name so the bells ring
So nobody would trouble my siblings in this whirlwind
My older cousin wasn't known for nothin'
Never had no
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