Lyrics:
a street of passion
Where fools are kings.
I finally gave up trying to live that myth
To straighten up the mess I left her with
You know I thought she'd
to slaughters by placid admirals
And the fats slow generals are getting obscene on young blood
Do you know we are ruled by TV?
The moon is dry blood beast
an inferior!
Arthur: Well I am king
Man: Oh, king, eh, very nice
And how'd you get that, eh?
(he reaches his destination and stops
Dropping the cart)
By
You'll meet many just like me upon life's busy street
With shoulders stooped and heads bowed down and eyes that stare in defeat
Or souls that live
you see
A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by its quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in
Do ahead and talk about him because he makes you doubt
Because he has denied himself the things that you can't live without
Laugh at him behind his
it's worth I got the right net
Sittin' here excited by some shit that ain't write yet
No regret, live by a code you don't know 'bout
Y'all niggas
The street where we live
Is commonly known as being the wrong side of town
They look down their noses at you
Like they're entitled to keep you
you see
A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by its quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in
Trade (come on, come on, come on)
Long live the king, yo, I'm from the Empire State that's
In New York (ayy) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where
Looking on various street corners
I'm sure you've seen it yourself
Standing on the corner is an alleged brother
Dressed in blue or green, red
Looking on various street corners
I'm sure you've seen it yourself
Standing on the corner is an alleged brother
Dressed in blue or green, red
the best die respect
My Columbian neck tie (whoo)
You just can't pass death by! (uh uh)
You can be homie - Cuhz - Neutral (yeah)
God Body - Neita - King -
at the rest of 'em
What can I say? Cal-i-forn-I-A
Where niggas die every day over some shit they say
Disconnected from the streets forever
As long as I got
You'll meet many just like me upon life's busy streets
With shoulders stooped and heads bowed down and eyes that stare in defeat
Or souls that live
at the rest of 'em
What can I say? Cal-i-forn-I-A
Where niggas die every day over some shit they say
Disconnected from the streets forever
As long as I got
Advocated by the few who do live it
Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mossberg
Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg
Old man told me, don't be,
carton
You could still feel chills from the team
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like it's a dream
His face on his Shirt Kings
Laced in a pinky ring, in
gettin' live on the spot
Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got
We keep the party movin' to the broad day light
G-E-T-L-I-V-E alright
Time's
You live by the gun die by the gun
Ain't nowhere to hide nowhere to run
From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-K
In the heart of the slums that's where
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
Detox at the flop house no booze allowed
Remember the good old days with the rockabilly crowd
Memphis is where he's from (out in Tennessee)
He lives in
the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I
Pretend I'm a king and you're a queen
This is our parade and it goes on endlessly
And then it's not so bad, you see, to live
On This Street
I turn
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