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come when I'm called
I been trying to play it cool
But you got me by the balls
Cuz you got something that I need
And you won't give it to me
But you

dirty shoes
Things change fast like a
4 by 2
Now I wear new gear
My main girl too
I'm from the hood in broad day
They shoot at the block like a nigga
Wit

Let me tell you all a story
Of a guy that I don't like
He's fashionable, self-centered
And he rides a fixed-gear bike
His glasses have no lenses

Best things in life are free

Five AM was on the con site then I

I want classic gear
Secure tech
And boots like I'm

I learnt to save
I learnt

camera gear,
Face down, while my family & grandma there

It was by that bodega
I was no drug dealer
I was no thug with a
Gang and some guns with em
It’s

Aye....
4MK !
We Here!
Hannn!! Hannn!!!
I aint worried bout a hater man you niggaz so inferior
I'm stacking for dat Rari wit that red leather

Come get it
Or pipe down
Feeling
Brand new
Drive by
I Pass you
You're too slow
My whip
Got no breaks
I'm that dude

I dont stop
Make this clear
Til I'm

Fuck You

The LOX

We Are the Streets

2000

it, fuck you (fuck you) 
Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you (fuck you) 
And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you (fuck you) 
Only my man

Good evening ladies and gentlemen
The young man we have coming to the stage next
Is a very poetic soul
Coming straight out of Laurelton Queens New

someone to shame
Less temptation
More to blame
It is not new to make a gruesome thing
Even if it seem like a medical blessing
For those who are blinded by

Lights flash, better know who they wont touch (its us),
Gunnar by my side like Rain son; best man in the grey tux
New man with the new strut, bet it all

mans?
Cause when I pressed him he closed up like a clam
New pack came in, I hit up RLC like whats the plan?

Turn me up in the headphones man
Uhh (One take)

Ligths, camera, action
I ain't never been lackin, I stay bout dat action
Tryna press up? finna be

as the check clears we shift into next gear
Our hometown heroes be villains by next year
At this rate so
Wheres the good news
We ain't hear

Have another slice

the bunion feet
In the melancholy
People wet without a brolly
Up chugged the asthmatic bus
Driven by an apprentice
10 folks on it
We stop, more hop on
Up

gyros 
maybe gyros(gear-os)
getting hefty off the plural
new dude feelin cool and still a weirdo

I'll say 1000 times, baby we got this here(2x)
This is 9

All the lights got you mad confused
I see you getting blinded by the views
Talent it's no requirement that's old news
Fast food music it's kind

I could switch gears
I could turn the drive into a sport
Last girl tryna get back
Sent a ten pack to the door
Man I don't know her anymore
Im tryna go

Heading to the seer, all I ask for is a big stride
Waiting in the gear, we been driving 'round the east side
Fuck up with the peace sign, I keep my

til the death
New ink in my skin, and depression setting in
But you know I gotta fight like my mans before left
I ain't never had shit, I ain't never

the street so I don't end up dead
Your dome piece will never be the same once I shift the gear
Who gon' write the new 'four score and seven years'
Hopefully

the specifics and keep it specific
Steady increasin and doubling digits
Day after day man this really a mission
Ain't no debate bout if I'mma keep winning you

A reformed Chola Loca
Working on her PhD, like "You think I'm plain? 
Man I'm from HP homie, by way of Acapulco!"
Could crush someone lesser, elementary

the street so I don't end up dead
Your dome piece will never be the same once I shift the gear
Who gon' write the new 'four score and seven years'
Hopefully