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the same old music plays
In Cruises Street they're shopping til they're blue
Well, what else is there left for us to do?
And the boys in the band played on,

firms feed us drugs, and the boys in blue fill the streets with blood
Wild pigs try to eat the young; when it rains it pours, the poor sleep in mud

rave, studio porn, cali weed
Everyday, con la gang ...sulla street
By the way, pink empire firma un altra hit
Anyway, nuovo look, nuovo ink
Tutti real,

down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause

Where

the burner by the battery Cause niggas in the hood like to Jump
I’m on a mission
Gotta gotta get some commas Gotta rake in some digits
Money motivated

they breathe
Look in the smoke and you'll see
Dreams that grew wings and flew away
A broken sky mixed with blue and grey
Bills tomorrow that's due today

Freshed squeezed Oj, wake up burning, thumbing through the blessings
Pink 50’s on the dresser, blue benjis
These cotton candy bills
But a robbery,

Def Wish IV (Tap That Azz)

MC Eiht

Death Threatz

1996

Never-be-hangin, one-street-bangin
We don't be playin, fools runnin at the fuckin lip
Runnin, start runnin, you best not trip
Fast from the hip (pop pop) explodin

Ua Mau ke Ea o ka 'Āina i ka Pono o Hawai’i
Beautiful day in Hawaii Nei
The blue skies to match the ocean
As the Palm Trees sway
Just another day in

vision 

Rolls Royce problems with me haunted by ghost visions

My nights are haunted by ghost dreams dreams dreams dreams 

My nights are haunted by ghost

get done up, by these goons its all so effortless
Put a red dot on your melon bitch, snitches with that telling shit
Got a hundred street niggas with

Don't snow down here but I'm seeing ice everyday
Wanna be an angel but I see Lucy everyday
Life ain't fair, must be handled by fifa
Cos with all

me in all blues no cap
I give the pink bills to my bitch And let her spazz
(Come on uh)
Only leave the house for a rack
And I need triple that
If I

stage
Now I'm center stage
Domain
New bank
Blue franks
Seen rain
Channeled the pain
Elevated Educated Motivated
One way street to greatness
If you can

Lifestyles of a Ghetto Child

M.O.P.

Firing Squad

1996

flinchin'

Get down, hit the ground, goddamnn, my gun jammed
Why the Hill Street Blues make me refuse to leave my man?
Nigga, leave when I jump up

with the niggas then you are shot
The way I bounce back you will be in shock
She all on my body to suck the cock
My brothers in blue but don't fuck with

birthday I'm granting these wishes
Selling them dreams like I'm walt disney
Fucking on twins bitch mind your business
Giving them blues
But I ain't crippin

album finna drop
Know these hoes shit flop
Diddy bop on a weak hoe
And I get it by the week hoe
Catch me in the streets hoe
Slide down yo block, best

noose Blue that's life time
I'm rude to the night life
Cops, cuffs, and spare tires
Drop stuff for hand fires
Locked up on scene liars
Talked up by these

a classic pose
Okay I know she all about foreplay
Heard she give her man no play
And he still pay the bills
And she don't even let him kill
That's tough

with footballs no Drew Brees
I got all hundred dollar bills Good blue cheese
And I just scored a pint of wock I got two P's
But ain't none of it for sale

of mentions
Why would I feel some type of way
I don't even trip bout the bills
When they gotta get paid
You can't do me dirty
I'll pay for maid
I act like you

you I won't pay no alimony
I won't no alimony
Blue Bills with me like Josh Allen
You niggas need to stop rapping no talent
No smoke no beef all salad

the Cardinals and Blues play
They shoot up all the clubs thats goin up on a Tuesday
You go there and ya doom mothafucka is doomsday
And they got the street