Lyrics:
, oh where can I find you
I have seen you and called your name
Walked the streets of my life in vain
Seen the idols with feet of clay
Pull me
A third time felon just hit with over 30
No worries, style have em so thirsty
First degree heats are quittin' on me, cold turkey, no mercy
I bring
[Angie Martinez]
Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets
From Y.O. to Philly and Harlem to Q.B.
When it drops it's game over,
I want to run, I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls that hold me inside
I wanna reach out and touch the flame
Where the streets have no name
(Hit-Boy)
(G. Ry got me)
Look, fuck rap, I'm a street legend
Block love me with a deep reverence
I was birthed in a C-section
Hella cops
Have I told you 'bout the case
Of the man who had no face? (Sure I have)
His wife suspected something
That's why she brought me in
We arranged
Yeah
Hah
Yo
Ugh
Yeah
(Verse 1)
He went from a street kid doin regular street things
Straight to a street king
Takin over the city, block by block
is outta place when discussin B.I
If I have a second thought, you ought not reply
I fought hot and sticky summers when the game started heatin
caught a case, second you caught the babes
Third, you caught me with your date, that was no mistake
Good things come to those who wait
So if you waitin'
meet
And friends they come and friends they go
But you were always by my side
And where it all ends I don't know
Don't cry no more just hold
before you get sized up (tied up)
Play no game, speakin on my name you catch a clip full
From close range, diggin in your pocket, take the loose change
could never keep my trousers up
I remember days and crazy nights
Are there any pirates on this ship?
And if they sober up - they'll have us
Home by
And I still got my khakis creased
I'm still rockin' on these beats
And got a bad rep on the streets
It's the SN, double OP and biggest Dogg of 'em
the same with words
As I, now watch my street cred go multiply
They say the streets respect a real one
No one's as real as I
It's just me and young blood
before you get sized up (tied up)
Play no game, speakin on my name you catch a clip full
From close range, diggin in your pocket, take the loose change
correctly
A lot of suckas would like to forget me
But they can't
'Cause like a champ
I have got a record
Of knocking out the frauds in a second
the Titans
Reality bit me and continue to bite me
Got no degree but where I'm from, that's the original climate
Where you can't tell a fiend a crack rock isn't
early '90's it wasn't pearly and shiney
I was so damn grimey
'Cause I ain't have no fresh clothes
Or jewelry wit the X's O's
My house had asbestos
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row
But at least have the decency in you
To leave me alone, when you freaks see me out
In the streets when I'm eating or feeding my daughter
To not come
But at least have the decency in you
To leave me alone, when you freaks see me out
In the streets when I'm eating or feeding my daughter
To not come
[Intro]
Hey, where the piano at shawty?
Y'all ain't never seen a dope boy play the piano and rap at the same time
Have you?
I'ma show you
There'll be no more mistaking where I've set my sights,
I ain't no pretender 'cos it's mine by rights,
I'm Jock the singing welder and the 'cetylene
Second that I came in the game, I'm aiming
Hold up, wait a minute, break it down for the laymen
(Do do do do do do)
I'm killin' everybody, I'm the MC
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