Lyrics:
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
your mouth closed, you get caught up (don't talk)
Rules to the streets, better listen if you in 'em (you better)
And never ever go to trial with public
want me to catch a body
I wanna be surrounded by your energy
I been calling your phone
Can you pick up
I hear the streets calling they tell me to pick my
(Baby, baby, Baby, baby)
I can tell by way you walk
You give it all away
By the sweet way that you talk, yes you do
You got long legs, a black girl sway
claim
I don't give a damn if you bang
I bring the fire and pain
I bring the heat to the street
Willie P got the beat
Take a peek you get beat
I don't give
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
Hey homie, you don't wanna get familiar with us
Fuckin' over you would give me and my niggaz a rush
I'm sick of all you
'Cause I ain't ever change on you motherfuckers
And OG's spitting game on you motherfuckers
You should be ashamed like a motherfucker
The streets
there's no need to search the streets
I provide you with love that can't compete
Mi give up whole world for you
My lady, Queen and swirl
I know love hurts
had it
I was just a nigga in a high price whip
Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto
Well you better have extension
change it up shit is never the same
And when I'm finished I promise I'll have you niggas feel
Ashamed
For giving the people shit they ain't really
came way too far, I can't fuck it up
I got niggas that die by the gang, gang (gang)
Stupid, be honest, you fuck with us (hey)
Hearin' no one can
Give me a chance
Let me tell you who am I
I'm the bwoyy from the street
And I never gave up
Give me me a chance
Let me tell you who am I
From
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
ever know when it might rain
Streets are gettin' it
You know the streets, they made it mayne
I ain't asked it for nothin', 'cause it don't owe me
of pressure, I'm in too deep
Life of a thug born and raised in the streets
You want war, I'ma give you war
I'm in too deep
You want peace, I'ma give you
[Chorus: x4 Krayzie Bone]
There's always something you got to give up (Yeah, I know)
If you want everything you want (But shit I don't know, I
'll never forget me
I'll always remind you, real
Rydas don't die, bitch
We family affiliated and keep it
Up in the clique
Like Rydas, you can ride with me
down) Life up (life up)
Street life (street life) Give it up (give it up)
Guns down (guns down) Life up (life up)
That’s how (that’s how) We give it up
my life
Oho ohoho
I'm never gonna give it up
Oho ohoho
I never ever lose my aim
Oho ohoho
I'm never gonna give it up
Accept my way of living
It's my
won't never give up, no, never give up, no, no
And I won't let you get me down
I'll keep gettin' up when I hit the ground
Oh, never give up, no,
And she gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it
Baby girl, you know what I like
Baby, you know just what I like
Baby, you know what I like (Like
between street when you cruise along Yonge Street
Everywhere you go in a city by the lake
You'll be sure and find it's a case of give and take
Everyone you
outlined on the floor
You got hit by the .44!
You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You
of my head
I never sleep so they bloodshot red
Yo we so far ahead of our time
If we can stop life and press rewind
You still wouldn't catch up 'til 2K
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