Lyrics:
festival
Masquerades in the dark
On the streets down in little Italy
Where the past goes on and on forever
And I feel it ever present
In every step I
on to the wings of a prayer
Waiting for Rosie
Tell me do ya think she cares
Ah, dancing in the streets
In little Italy
Ah, they're all dancing in
on to the wings of a prayer
Waiting for Rosie
Tell me do ya think she cares
Ah, dancing in the streets
In little Italy
Ah, they're all dancing in
coup d’strophes
Inspirés jusqu’au rooftop
Pas l’Everest, le Waldorf
On gère comme Luciano
Un gun ou un piano
De Little Italy à Monte Cassino
Autant de
much, you'd start thinking I'm vain
I love hip hop and Italy dames
So smooth with the lick your chick's a little ashamed
My verse definitive game
So don't
bleeding i don't Care cause i will sing this Streets
I'll be outside from here italy I Just like the beers
Man i'm gonna name myself Just take a step
Holy
going on
In the art of war and in
One of his innumerable campaigns
He expressed the words that could serve as
The motto for all fearless types
In
challenge
Canary Diamonds Mic Ts medallions
Don't waste water
I just move it by the gallons
connect in little Italy
That only speak Italian
Big cribs
woah)
I kept my promise to the streets
Cross my heart and I hope to, cross my arms when I Osu
Add a little dollop of Dahli, then sell it on out in
Stepped in mine now everything feel so right
A nigga just came off the zoom zoom
Living life too fast just trying to boom boom
Blow a little more cash
Driving over Manhattan Bridge, comin' in from JFK
Crossing the Bowery & Little Italy
For a 10 day, 10-day-stay
I'm supposed to meet a friend in
mind flashing like a blade.
A 22 year old in flip flops running around in an empty mall parking lot lost in a martial arts fantasy,
it looks ridiculous
interviewing people live from the street on the show a little bit later.
Yesterdays loser was Johnny. Johnny, listen up. You have been a bad boy. I don't
Man that chopper be spinning that really saying something
Now that's power
( Lil Italy/Ghetto commission )
GC: when every little nigga want to be
LI:
partisans and a new wave of repubblichini — soldiers of the Fascist puppet state of Northern Italy. And it was here, from the tall iron lampposts
from Wall Street
The World Economic Forum, the billionaire foundations
And corrupt politicians throughout the world have enforced
These so-called
Uo-oh-oh siamo della street
BcH right to Italy
Foot on the gas, like Fast cnd Furious
Hang in the cut, like cssassin's Creed, yea
Print out receipts only
is killing me we gonna have to part
This ain't just a little beat, my nigga this is art
Catch me up in Italy or France like Bonaparte
Mom served me
I'm just trying to be a better man
Ride the streets while I can
Before I'm cuffed no lock and key
But I been keeping low key
Chilling with the same
pushed the table over to protect his family
Then he staggered out into the streets of Little Italy
Joey, Joey
King of the streets, child of clay
through the door as he lifted up his fork
He pushed the table over to protect his family
Then he staggered out into the streets of Little Italy
Joey, Joey
fillin' up the gut like a shopping cart
I got a PhD in the Slobbing Arts
Crawlin' out the dumpster to the top of the charts
I just made a hunnid mil
Yo
I come alive in the streets
A few shots and she riding on me
Four five times got it locked in the streets
Little Italy got pies in the streets huh
drill
La famiglia in Italy
Questa tipa vuole Zzoca dal ragazzo
Della street
Un OG come Anubi
Questa vita te la sudi
I got bandz, yeah
Life ain't easy
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