Lyrics:
I need about fifty of them bricks of the topic
They know we run the streets, man, them boys best stop it
Fresh white tee in my all-white Caddy
matter what happens
When shit goes all wrong
Have faith in these streets
Have faith in these streets
And these streets will move on
Have faith in these
nutrients in your life
I, I just want you to stay healthy in these streets
Oh, no no
Somebody gotta give you some vitamin D, you know what I mean?
Yeah,
out on the Street
Huh, urh urh urh urhuh urh
I was raised by two Brothers Poverty and Pain
These brothers, put me through hell they fucking drove me
and the the DA give out time like they be with Frank Mueller
Watches cost a ticket bring these bitches they gone suck my ruler
I been in the streets I did some
in a baked potato world
Sizzling in some beef full of grease like jheri curls
Shout out to DJ's who kept it real
Shook a few in the thou', but some
and a half and she's carrying aircraft
In these battles of bullshit, no curse it is cast
The herbivore DJ still steals from the whale
The goons are in office
to me
And truthfully
I feel like the best and ain’t shit you can do with me
Yeah
I Feel like a king walking through these streets in designer, yeah
My
the shooters
Eating dinner dinner Peter Lugers
Riding dirty on Pete street
Come by yourself when you meet me
Make one call to my nigga
Young street you gone
Have
down them Benjamins
You should see this money
All these pretty hoes I'm swimming in
Walking to the stage
Singing "Not Afraid" by Eminem
Take me
a brain, and a body, and a mouth
They say we couldn't
But yes we can
They say we wouldn't
Well I be damn
We back on these streets
By popular demand
Heard
and homies dead in the streets
And Mr. President's a natural ass
He out treating niggas worse than they treat the trash
God save, these streets
One
supplier?
These Haymakers in the cup open my desires (Drag)
Mmm My desires
The DJ cranking new impressionZ
No more being quiet
Let's go start a Riot (I'm
say, alright! (Alright!) Alright! (Alright!)
DJ Kenny Parker takin' out these sucker DJ's
My man Willie D, never in a daze, ha hah
We got Symone
Was this in them trees
These are the things
They held me vision
Seein' more things
Me and DJ Paul
We got the hook off
We gon' stee
We gon' play
travel the map to any part of the planet
Now word on the street is y'all suckers want static
Since most kids are spoiled these days, I let em have it
Land
in school
Niggas really snakes so you gotta play it cool
Before I let them take me I got to do what I got to do
Ain't street code, ain't no playing by
stressing, I'm flexing on you
A nigga in these streets straight head first
Because it's all I know
Paper chasing bread till my legs hurt
Man I gotta' get mo'
Jesus the sweetest of detest
We FIRE, y'all RETIRE
All ugly people please!, be quiet!
Hovah get a beat from me in a minute
He heard "Just to Get By" and I
watched me grow
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets
Yo
Tottenham, I was raised in the block, that's man
Surrounded by dingers
of jeans
A favorite song to sing
And when I'm in the mood to hear good music play
I'm entertained by my favorite D.J.
I want to dance and think
of jeans
A favorite song to sing
And when I'm in the mood to hear good music play
I'm entertained by my favorite D.J.
I want to dance and think
and Christ gave me his passion
Father help us, police doing target practice with real bodies
Mommas in the streets, crying, standing over a still body
Hustlers in the streets know
I live my life by the G-Code
The system made it hard for me to get dough
But I'm always good in finding a loophole
I got nothing
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