Lyrics:
on the scene, with the green
Catch a fiend getting lean
See my dreams, in my reach
N life's, just a lease
If you cross, Jesus piece
Won't be found, out of reach
in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry
[Repeat: x8]
What they really want
Get ya gun get ya gun did you kill them all
Fuck with (fall to your death death) the niggas with the guns
in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry
protection
[Chorus]
[Beanie Sigel]
It ain't a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name B. Siggy, Mac Milly, Mac Mittens
Broad Street Bully, Mac go fully,
on my Obama shit
Middle-class my ass
Just to get a tank of gas
Had to run the guns up the
Street and pawn the shit
But yeah, I’m headed for a scholarship
Let me take you through my hood where I was born and raised
Where niggas tote semi-automatics, busting them K's
Heavy guns and dope funds and raids
The girls on the streets look all sad
In this gold encrusted little town
Why is that? Isn't this the town of dreams?
Yeah, but it comes with
shell tops
I done seen close neighbors lose hope
Fall victim to the streets and start to use dope
I used to load my gun before I went to school first
the dream is fading
From the contender to the fall
The ring, the rose, the matador, raving
And when I die I'll die a drunk down on the street
You can count
and me - we started as kids
In a rock 'n' roll band on the street where we lived.
It's a long, hard, ride till the morning.
As the trees and wind start
Yeah, vision 88 kilos of cocaine smack-dead in your face
The street value of that is what you dream to make
Run an illegal business, racketeerin'
flood
To save the lager from the guns and spillage of blood
See the English roses spreadin' through the land, but there's a wag-'n-bietjie thorn in
A boy shoots a gun, a girl looks for fun
Runnin' round in the Hollywood streets
Shakedown all around,
Lay your dirty money down
You can't
niggas just p-i-e
Nah nigga can't sleep on me
Sleep with a knife by your bed, so convinced
She got a gun to her head
Only relief is when she’s taking
work, put 'em in the dirt
Shout out that motherland, 12 years old with guns in hand
They don't ask no questions, n****, all they do is bang bang bang
I see a bigger dream
I love the 9 but wanna travel see a bigger scene
I keep my gun when you got fame
Then you got enemies
I call you fam I’m gone
though
Light up your cigerattes
She a calamity trigger laced with guns n roses
She's a desperata
Most wanted
A tattooed six shooter
By her side pocket
Lost from a pure 'n strange taste
Can't even realize the time I waste
Cos you’re dancing in my head
Wrapped in guns and roses
All my blood
Is poisoned by
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
down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin' for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
in ya' purse to pay
Sometime it make me so sad like the worst of days
It's in the street makin' cats where the earth decays
Then I seen a little black
out, all are in control
Certified son of a gun, learns life lesson 101
Don't fly too high on your own supply
Get burnt by the sun
'Cause in the city
and sniffers
Take me for example, least I made it
You think nigga's in the hood should appreciate it
By time it's happy birthday its gon' be belated
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