Lyrics:
The mansion on the hill
At night my daddy'd take me and we'd ride
Through the streets of a town so silent and still
Park on a back road along the highway
to be hard by the streets
But the streets kinda hard
But here's another factor we wanna disregard
Black-on-black is a stab in my back
It really hurts my
Started with a warden, gun until I got an AK
Kids in the projects when we was by the bay, bay
Kids with the Pyrex, I hit it first, Ray J
When
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
folding and shit
Know What I'm talking bout, like paper
Yeah!
[Chorus: Nas + Lil Jon]
[N] I know your type I know your kind ya
[L] Quick to back down
cheese
Even if niggas united a team
At least one of them would be guided by greed
Back to the story, brothers sent niggas to the house to rob V and Anton
thangs, 'cause once the world was
bringin' me down.
Mesmerized, controlled by the other side,
and the devil was in my town, looking for me . . .
Wish:
. .
of anyone
In the penitentiary (In tha Pen)
Or the streets (I won't surrender)
No surrender
Never will I back down from anyone
It's consequences when
babies are having babies that grow up and rob old ladies,
I've been on the hustle daily trying to get rap to pay me,
Cause working in gap or Sainsbury's
and no one gets excited
Because they are Citizens United
In the streets of the capital, corporations are taking control
Democracy crushed at their
and no one gets excited
Because they are Citizens United
In the streets of the capital, corporations are taking control
Democracy crushed at their
Church windows broken
That place ain't been used in years
Jail don't have a sheriff or a cell
And electric trains they run by maybe once or twice
somethin'
Actin' like you catchin' bodies (ayy)
And you got juice, lil' youngin', you're buggin'
You ain't never even been charged in connection with
with the E Man to get close to Allah
Failed my driver test, popped out in the middle of the street, ain't park the car
Had to rob a nigga, I know he
And you still got it in your drawer even now
Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze
We're singing in the car, getting lost upstate
Autumn
, lil' ho)
I ain't never think I would fuck with no one like you
You know you up in rank with it (or move back lil' ho)
You lyin' if you say you ain't
the medical center
He's tradin' in his Chevy for a Cadillac (ack, ack, ack, ack, ack)
You oughta know by now
And if he can't drive
With a broken back
they ought ta good,
There lived a lil' boy who was misled,
By another little boy and this is what he said:
"Me & you tonight are gonna make some cash,
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
You were in college, working part-time waiting tables
Left a small town, never looked back
I was a flight risk, with
man that thang go wit' me
My nigga from the jets got stained for a 50
Sack of the hard
Tryna match you a broad
Got 'em shot up in his car by
On these streets where the time had died
The golden treat you never tried
In times of old, in days gone by
If I could catch your dancing eye
It
He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge
Struttin' her stuff on the street
She said, "Hello, hey Joe, you wanna give it a go?"
Oh, uh-huh
teeth)
Pussy pink, uh, beat it in the sheets, uh
(Beat it in the sheets) we can link
(Link) , meet me in the streets
Yeah (Meet me in the streets)
Fuck you
fasten their coats
And cross the grass, they're always last.
Passing by the padlocked swings,
The roundabout still turning,
Ahead they see
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