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everyday
And it’s a shame that we had to say it in the first place
And ever since Rodney King got beat
I done lost count of all the Blacks dying in

for me
Slowly I'm walking along the beat
Hittin' the trees

Curious gotta see what I can see
View a figure layin' outlined in the street
Runs the blood

Black Blood bêê runnin' thru tha streets, shyt's fuxk'd up
Women an' kids in they own homes; when's enuff, enuff?
Look an' all they see is hate,

Me and Cru on the beat we gon fuck the streets up
Yea
I was bodying niggas up in broad day
I had to grab me a tooli hit niggas up yea
Bitches that

Winter, Imma get it
You can tell I got cake by the golds in my teeth
Slow creep down the street, I can only hear the beat
I cannot answer my phone, leave

It takes time none of this ain't overnight
Live life like my last the lord could take my ass tonight
I'm alright never blinded by the light
I'm just

Okay 
Is your boy
Ikins ye
Emmydavol on the beat
Ya know this 

They know I started from the streets
From freestyling in the streets
With my goons

The morder wisper or crime by river. A hungry wolf prepare to atack

Blood on the street and the road. Carefull where you step
Blood on the street

Just crashed off Adds
Who totaled me
My excuse is I total beats
Shoulda spent this shit on groceries
Get or Rich Die Tryin had spoke to me
Said gotta get

I pray for more grace
I pray make enemy no disgrace me
I pray for more fame
I pray make dey hear my name for street
I do my thing by ways
I no wan

the streets
Until I found myself, but now I'm all alone but I'm free
Crying over subjects that I won't discuss, who can I trust?
Deep inside my mind but still I

I Will Never Tell (Uh Uh)

Cassidy

B.A.R.S.: The Barry Adrian Reese Story [Bonus Tracks] [Clean]

2007

of the mice runnin' wit you
You pack gats then I'm wit you
But if you live by the gun, you gon' die by the pistol

If the D.A. ask me to tell, I'm like uh uh

250milesbaby
Pulloutinbigshit
This beat ain't normal
How did I went wrong
Tell 'em my confidence deeper than borehole
CHEKWUBECHUKWU I was called by

I got ptsd (ptsd) I was way too young & traumatized by the streets (by these streets) when the real ones talking you gotta listen when dey speak give

High rise summer heat
We feel the beat

'Cos I'm heading down to the free place
With it's own rules
But she said that one street's overrun by smoking

with the heat so you know who run the street
My young niggas, straight from the og nah you don't wanna see

My young niggas bout that life fuck around

that
But change the way you function this country
Passin’ bills left and right, also passin’ by black streets way before the night
Governin'

because my pockets are fat
A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets
And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats

(Chorus)
Because I'm a gansta

because my pockets are fat
A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets
And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats

(Chorus)
Because I'm a gansta

me 
i be in the streets u tryna find me 
if i was hair u couldn't die me 
cuz i been in squares u can't line me
we made sales by the ockie
boy i run

conscious and street 
I just nod to the beat and pay homage to both, but 

I heard em sayin you a conscious rapper 
I heard em sayin we some conscious rappers

the court win this battle of death
Never abort, your blood snort
Beat the heart in your chest
Before I rest in peace please forgive me, Jesus
I was tested by

saved by the bell
Knew some n***as was hell on a scale
Lemon Street it was me and Latrell
Can't forget bout Quaran and Joel
Couldn't picture this shit

as fuck, and she got a bad attitude
Nigga yous a dummy, thinking that she'll ever marry you
That bitch for the streets, you can catch her on the avenue
Swear