Lyrics:
crap-o
Eat enough, sleep enough, and move a little more
For a nod to the naked is a making of a whore
It’s here
Uh huh that's right it's here
The streets
To go back to the streets
I'm by myself like "Ok who
Want it with me?"
Take a deep breath OK, now lets go and see
Thats what I thought
But I don't want
got your own physique
Style is kinda neat
And it comes from the street
Complete to fill the room
Never out of tune
Pooh,show'em what you mean by boom
diе by my honor
Belly of the beast, lil Molly like Bismo
Double the C, big fresh like Mentos
I put them drugs on the
Street for your kinfolk
Sell
"Slide back" 'cah it's over time
Uh uh, uh uh keep your ass on the streets
You'll get over bine (Bine)
Two dot dots, side by side (Mh hmm)
Over and under
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Keep your ass on the streets, you'll get over bine (bine)
Two dot-dots, side by side (mh-hmm)
Over and under and side by side (side)
surrounded by the angels
they're so clean & beautiful
like chime bells
when I'm walking down the streets
I sing along with funky beats
shing-a-ling-ing
TO REMEMBER THE FALL
CHALLENGER FLIES DOWN THE STREET
SHAKE OFF THE THOUGHTS OF DECEIT
COPS BEAT A MAN TIL HE SEES
SOMEHOW IT'S ALL INCOMPLETE
SOMEHOW IT'S
Probably thought it was my phone though
Never panicked, I didn't get it
Nigga I seen a hundred killings
We ain't never go by schools or children
Tryna connect to your WiFi
I'm tryna fuck on the first night
I beat it up on the first night
We fell in love on the first night
Fucking you till six
something nice twice provided by a junkie
For the beats hit repeat when you listen let the streets speak
I got a dark past with a bright future
My dungeon
by plastic
Think you can beat me? You gotta' be jokin' hoe...
Threw a brick in Houston, Texas, broke a window in Tokyo
Your sister stole my money,
spreaded throughout my crew
Well, you all know TJ Swan who sang on my records
"Make the Music", "Nobody Beats the Biz", well, check it
Back in the days
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo,
As I walked out in Laredo one day,
I spied a young cowboy wrapped up in white linen,
Wrapped in white
The plan is grab the ducats and say fuck it to the critics hey now
I was walkin' down the street balin'(?) to the beat
Phat beats in my head tennis shoes
another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And that's I, Hi, I better get by because my ally
About to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some
So, he's in the studio working round the clock
For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'Planet Rock'
Was out in the street when he met this sister
Who
musical way before rap
I did wanna be the tap dance kid
On Broadway, 42nd Street, legendary
Three-card Molly, Nasir drives a Harley now
FYI for your info
witH the House licks
So wHatcha still pining
Dead by tHe street ligHts, boy you sHining
Talk about you grinding figg side!
with one bitch, leave with two
By myself at the top like cocoon
When I'm in the coupe I feel like a cocoon
Designer gifts red bottoms baboon
We
A qualified man with vision
Unmoved by daily selfish interests
Led to right decisions by his conscience
In general, a man who knows from whence he comes
Street-light sirens road block, cops stop in reach of corner spots
Tyrants dim in shadows of light, grins to shine and find an end in sight
Paths paved astray
got fucked and what did they say?
You were worthless anyway
So go away
He's beat, he is red
By now he should be dead
But no he's here
With beer
take me serious cuz I aint been in these streets
Too busy cooking up these beats
Run run run with the devil
Fuck around with me you better keep a shovel
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