Lyrics:
[fan]
Hey, Sole, man! Wassup dude?
Yo I came all the way from the suburbs man!
Yo I love your shit! How about a free tape, dude?
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Talk all that… (He got a gun he got a
Gun he got a gun) Jump!
Yeah (yeah yeah yeah) I feel you
I still want you (Make the ghetto theme)
Hahahaah
Goddamn, right
Oh this that Freddy and Jason
This that theme music
Some back on your thing music
Tell Swizz gotta put the top down
Drive by my
she had been
Led straight into the DeKalb dressing room
Named for the street that bisects
A couple of local neighborhoods now
Populated by yuppies but
Sesame street has been a re-run for the last decade
And 'cause of me the guy from Reading Rainbow never got paid
This program's been brought to you in part
hopes and dreams, we got, ways and means
The supreme dream team, always up with the schemes
From hubcaps to sellin' raps, name your theme
My rise
Better leave the streets before these niggas take yo sack up
My killers move by they self they’ll get you gone
The 4-5 in the mail when i came home
Had
a blood, shit, you better know me
Big homie gave me a gun and said, "It better be empty"
I was eleven years old with a motha'fuckin' 50
I got love for
you speaking
On the themes of stolen virtue
Missing from the radio, radio
Now this romantic duel's into the streets
Bon appetit, you've eaten me
heavy
Surrounded by deceased
On the arms and the back
Captured by disease
I keep pushin
Violence in the streets
Eat, be sleep and
Scratches in the beat
hopes and dreams, we got, ways and means
The supreme dream team, always up with the schemes
From hubcaps to sellin' raps, name your theme
My rise
Ghetto supastar
That is what you are
Coming from afar
Reaching for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh-huh
don't play by the rules, you could pay the price (pri-pri-pri-pri-price)
(Pri-pri-pri-pri-price)
Little dude that I met up the street from my grandma
any means, follow Malcolm X theme
So I'm often posted in a window with that thing
Got unlimited support from the Sing-Sing regime
I'm Hannibal Smith
If the meek shall inherit the earth
And not the weak
Let me inherit the street, fuck it
You know what I mean?
I mean I love life man, you know
maws confiscated
From a Harlem sanctuary
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be brought
To you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre
you speaking
On the themes of stolen virtue
Missing from the radio, radio
Now this romantic duel's into the streets
Bon appetit, you've eaten me
Showed real love to ppl that ain't Did a thing
I came for the rackades ain't Come from the fame
Don't compare me to them boys I Ain't no lame
Kno that this
recognized by every eye worldwide
Back to the streets of the do or die hustler
I understand politics consistent, never quit
Super star write hits
Come have
always run
back to the storm
the lion completed, weakened by love,
send me back to the hunt
my lord
i have turned my back to the sunrise from hotel rooms
Some got hopes and dreams, we got ways and means
The supreme dream team, always up with the schemes
From hubcaps to sellin' raps, name your theme
My
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The streets made us officially
Flash or lay low
Meet the undisputed king of the volcano
Picture my team, living this American Dream
All in my theme
Lovin' how
you are
Comin from afar, reachin for the stars
Run away with me, to another place
We can rely on each other, uh-huh
From one corner, to another,
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