Lyrics:
Out in the street, they call it murder
(Fuck D-Block)
Verse 1
Tony Yayo:
PUT YO HANDS UP
Gimme dat CHAIN and dat Jacob
One false move you get spread
collect (hey)
Give it to me while I lay back (lay back)
In the streets it get dangerous (dangerous)
City late night can get dangerous (dangerous)
Hit me
sister his face
Twisted like Twister and Twizzler
The Riddler, The Joker, his father beat him
Into a maniacal Michael, a monster
A creature a thriller that
raised by my momma
My pop used to beat her
Got a sister my age, my pop was a cheater
Gram's kept something in the pot for us to eat up
Had to open up
at least for tonight
I need you here right by my side
All I want is you that can't be denied
And when I see your smile my heart beat amplifies
My hearts
of dudes out here who think that I'm great
Just gotta new benz but I'm going back
Run through these beats
Like my feet on a track
Had to record all my shit
of the mountain
We're out on the road
We're out on the road
We're out on the road
Jamal, man, this beat is crazy
Night drive, take me on a ride
Feeling like we're
.223 get him stepped on
Look... stop the car go park on the next street
Meet me around the other side man we got this nigga beat
Its 2 of yall an 1
How they killing us up in the streets
You know it's dead wrong
Another victim another rest in peace
You know it's dead wrong
Wanna see us in a chain
the street with that woah, Still in the street with that woah
Still next to J, like I'm cole still the best man I'm cold
I'm still in the street with that
lay behind a wall of flesh, engulfed by the homeless
If I escape, I might evaporate my whole state
Plus when Cage ripped in half on the concrete
pouring out your hair
Nigga, any-fucking-time, nigga, any-fucking-where
"Make 'em bleed" is the motto that I live by
If you fuck with me, it's a must,
the shaders
Live from the cracks of the concrete
12 try to take a nigga off the street
Make the gun sound now for Mike Brown
Take a nigga life when you
Like it just started yesterday
People eye know they've been strugglin'
At least it seems that way
Fat cats on Wall Street
They got a bailout
While
Advocated by the few who do live it
Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mossberg
Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg
Old man told me, don't be,
He saw how they planted weapons on these kids in the street
He saw like over fifty bodies in like fifty-two weeks
He saw his colleague pick up money
pouring out your hair
Nigga, any-fucking-time, nigga, any-fucking-where
"Make 'em bleed" is the motto that I live by
If you fuck with me, it's a must,
why?
'cause the brothers that I knew with the rise drove by
Only nice in the days looking down the road
Seeing beautiful girls with the car load
Yeah
streets
I think I'm running out of love now
I think I'm running out (Bitch)
Stick talk
These niggas know I'm with that stick talk
No, I ain't tired
But I
Grrah, grrah
(I got Hitman on the beat)
Grrah-grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, grrah-grrah, boom
Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
this shit
Lyrical to this beat that's the
Code of the streets
I gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u, gotcha u
Gotcha u feeling this shit
Lyrical to this beat
What a beautiful noise
Comin' up from the street
Got a beautiful sound
It's got a beautiful beat
It's a beautiful noise
Goin' on everywhere
and teach, with a speech to reach
All streets and each, with beats for treats
Got the King Supreme, may seem the clean
With a beat and a ring, no dream
hard on these stank hoes
What the pimp of C.M.R do to them be so cold
I'm still taxing these wanna be bitch niggas
I sell the coke by the pound
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