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is always walking the beat
Cash and carry on every street corner
And a hustle’s in the game
The best music is right down the street
At that spot owned

For my kids I be making moves
For my nigz I be making moves
For my shawty yea I be making moves
For the streets I be making moves
For my kids I be

everyday
Ain't worried bout no hater they don't mean nothing to me
I must be doing right if my name all up in the streets
It go down in the bayou, Louisiana

the streets
African parents I promise you niggas don't miss a beat
Mom fought for my safety like she was Ryu or Ken
Cause If I Zangeif any beef she went psycho

scare the night away
With our ghost parade
Memories of you and me
Dancing in the streets
Too many bonds have been broken
By the words that I have

purge on the street
Ama monster
Cold blooded deadly beast
Ama a monster 

Hauling by the moon
Raised by the wolves
Raid in pack
Make a nigga get a heart

me slide
Between the x and zs I can tell you whys
If he ya X tell em beat it don't seem so fly
Been strapped won't front cause I'm back and he know I

even if I died last I’d be survived by nothing but class

They knew my vision was the future From way back in da past I left them to laugh and hate while

on that beat n***a 
& made me vow to never live my life in these streets, now that’s a G n***a 
Weak n***as get no applause
Quick to write a statement, I’m

(The street) got a gun by my meat (My meat)
Got a hun right by me (She's cute)
Got my bros up the block
(They live up the block)
And I'm shootin'

The streets where I lay
Beats I got on replay
The box that I live in is owned by some
Elderly but I can't fabricate where we stay
Eating some leftover bones

when we were kings
We were the kings of these streets
Remember them days like it was yesterday
We were kings  now the echoes of memories

Bounded by

My mama told me, boy, man, stay out by the streets, I'm like Wayne
I let my dreads hang, show me my opponent I don't give a fuck
I'm about everything,

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

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

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,

time working by myself, So I
Do what I can
Put the Ps in the bag
Get the streets on the map
Going wild, getting mad
Took a trip, went outside
See

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

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

the industry
Nike shoes on my feet, 'Imma go run up a piece
never see me in the streets - I got in the industry in my sheets

This shit ain't happen by chance,

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

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

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

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