Lyrics:
that depends
Are you down to the end through the haters and the sin
In the Benz with friends and on da grind till the end
We can win as long as we don't
a white boy coming in
Rolling with STREET FAME
74 PRODUCTIONZ so we all the same
I don't give a fuck I'm on the highway
Rolling with the tint down
So I'm
Yeah, what's up, Busta Rhymes, Keith Murray in this bitch
A busa bus, yeah, Flip Mode meets da Def Squad together once again
2003 muthafuckas, yeah
back
You sweep your feet down alley streets
Sometimes you creep, I never see you coming
Monday, man you're on my back
Like a knapsack strapped
the dream and embrace the feeling inside
Never look back but I wish I knew, How the world's controlled by few
Blinded mind seek the truth, da da da da da da
running in da street
I got it handled
Niggas quick to hate
Like Chappelle
Den say ya Cancelled
Nose runny
I'm allergic to u dummies
Neva see me coming
changing for da seasons
Trust issues flowing through da air man I can't believe It
12345678 judging by ya cover see dem different they da type 2 hate
Boom by ya badi-da gwan ye
Boom by ya badi-da gwan ye
Disrespect get out of place
Or we gon put you in your place
Disrespect get out of place
Or we
Late night, coming from da Bricks in nine six,
Mississippi, Hopkin Street, turn right down Dale bitch,
And keep rolling, pass a couple 4 ways,
Pass
When it be coming down
No way I'll ever change
I gotta hold it down
I'm tryna get it mane by any means
At all cost
Knew at an early age
That I would grow
the south 3rd ward calliope
(fiend)
I dropped on the streets
Like cocked 9's or spray painted stop signs
Niggas gettin knock down
Needles in white lines
John down south
My religion is green motherfucker too late
Since birth, I'm cursed, the worst motherfucka in da state
Time and time again you niggas
llao (weed)
Said dey want to get good shit for da low-low
Fred grew-up wit dis nigga by da bayou
Could be da po-po, dats da way my mind think
Thought
da da da
Da da da da da da da da da
There was a day when I threw my cares away
To chase a pretty face down the street
But times have changed and things
Can't wait to see you
When I'm comin' by
But you never greet me
When I'm walking down the street
You hate to see it
I'm coming through
You hate to see it
Like we're coming apart
We're like wolves and rabbits
Consumed by the chase and escape
Not recognizing bad habits
The tortuous fortresses we've built
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
street you'll get jacked in the county streets
(Chorus)
Verse 3
I'm in the black chev coming down the highway
With the bump in the trunk leaning
the streets, my body budging
Making room for yours to step in
People coming for the species
Now unheard of. Touch is tempting
Taking photos by an old man
I'd
These streets don't love you, nah these streets don't love you
Moving in the trenches and surviving by any means
Eye on my paper, other eye on my enemies
streets
Killa song boy, emcees get murda
Call da police for me
Tell them it's a case of emergency
Call 'em, call 'em call da police on me
Tell 'em it's
My city my streets this a fair warning
Sirens in the rear view they coming for me
Pedal through that floor board I ain’t worried
I’m a head turner
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