Lyrics:
getting that dollar
I'm still wrapping rubber band
Runnas in these streets look
Like they be running track
Cop it by the o and I be still
Pushing grams
See
I'm steppin' out on the streets again
Cos I'm tortured by demons, winged beasts and carrions
The air is alive with dagger and poisons
Almost
escape
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Snoop Dogg tape
Man with no music but happy he's free
Bailin fast as I can bail down 19th Street
I got my sacks
[Chorus]
Slow down cause I can't take the heat, slow down
(Slow down baby, slow down baby)
It's wicked in these streets
Slow down, cause I can't
On 7th Street
Written by: Joel Friend
to run it
Hangin' out the windows
Me and Gizzle with them dracos
That's not accidental
Bitch I'm monumental, and you not fundamental
Stay surrounded by
Exotic taxes I can charge for the fees
Mob ties I can trap around the Z
Broken heart, the streets choose me
I Fuckwit big heavy, he clutching his heat
Rag
defeated
In the streets father ride with me
Gun salute
Let no weapon work against me
Though i walk through the valley of the shadow of dead
My God salute
May
Violet sky glisten through the night
Help my eyes redefine this life
Fuck these other niggas
I'll be right by your side, 'Till 3005, Hol' up
Oh you
"At 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker" (Repeat 4x)
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4
3, 2, 1 reasons you'll never be this raw
My crew is representing for
Throw yo hands if you don't get nothing for free
I said throw yo hands up if you work seven days a week
Throw yo throw yo hands up if you don't ever
This your main bitch but she
Stay smokin' my dope
You can see the steeze from across the street
Seven days a week I want nothin' but cheese
200 for these
but peacefully cause we think that peace is only got
by peaceful methods and that to fight the establishment
with their own weapons is no good,
because
me in the streets
Yeah yeah whats the word of mouth
All these lil' freaks turn me off
Pretty in the face need your space
When you walking by you set it
with two cents would know I'm
A hardcore player from the streets
Rapping about hardcore topics
Over hardcore drum beats
A little different than
a connection to Christmas music and it began in early childhood spurred on by three things. My culture, my family, and my city. I'm a born and raised new Yorker.
a neighborhood with boring houses
built in the seventies
the street i live has sloped tomato boxes
that sets the place on fire
it is framed by
conventional
When you play with danger
It's anybody's game
Only makes it major
Towns are run by
Fearless teenagers
Who jump the Police n'
Beat the streets saviour
way
Time goes by and he pays off his debts
Got a TV set and a radio
For seven shillings a week
Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la,
that way
Time goes by and he pays off his debts
Got a T.V set and a radio
For seven Shillings a week
Shangri-la
Shangri-la
Shangri-la
Shangri-la
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
One two three four five six seven nine, ten, Eiht you can't win
'Cause all the way around
the game fucked up
Man! They don't know man! It's real sad
Cause heavy out in those streets man
You could loose your like tHAT!
You wanna lose your life? uh
Creepin' down the back street on these
I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga
rush
And as if all that wasn't enough
Mommy's seven months heavy with birth
As, Daddy grunts and cursed drunk nothings in her bloodied ear
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