Lyrics:
take that shit back
'Cause they don't wanna fuck with that
There's too many niggas to try to calm
If motherfuckers could get it, nobody would've
I was in quarantine
From the hood, I'm used to horrid things
Back to the basic, no diamond rings
It's just you and God when the drama rings
Street
get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Yo, first I snatched the streets then I snatched the charts
cherry trees
Under blossom we made our vows
All the blossoms come sailing down
Through the streets and through the playgrounds
The sun would stream
cherry trees
Under blossom we made our vows
All the blossoms come sailing down
Through the streets and through the playgrounds
The sun would stream
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
got exposed by E! ('sposed)
So naive, cold in the streets (streets)
Sleep on my feet (feet)
Money turn homies to zombies, they eat (zombies)
Miss
her
That girl wanna give it up, watch her
Black girls, wanna give it up (yeah) wanna give it up (yeah)
White girls, wanna give it up (yeah) wanna
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
You leave me no choice, take 'em to
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
I take over the streets, fresh
the noise
To the young boys, you fuckin' with a grown-ass man
Watch your tone or get acquainted with the back of my hand
Nubian Brand steadily
W-i-double L-I-E
Nobody truer than H-O-V
And I'm back for more
New York's ambassador
Prime Minister back to finish my business up
What more can I say?
I worked for future salary the
Nightshift in Spalding Street
The respect is worth it
1 AM at the front gate it
Had just been Sunday night
Stood this
white
AK on the backseat
Trunk full of cocaina
He stepped on the gas and got ghost on 'em
His bitch scream like she seen one
He said, "shut up
bang
Now think twice fore you speak
Here to take the crown and
I mean by any means (my shit go)
Bang, bang, bang, bang
It go hard in the street
Name
a green card
Get a black Pinocchio President to lead
But controlled by an old white
Gepetto on Wall Street
Guerrilla war through the jungles of concrete
through the city, Deck bonds
I get my hands dirty, Nikes scuffed, sweat pouring
Still I stay fresh with the fly white linen
Duece times 5, that's my type
about a double life plea bargain
You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G
Plus the Black Guerilla family
And the white pride don't like
Z knows best
Uh, uh, let's go,
Let's go, ugh
Chinese spot by the Food Lion
You say I ain't hot, nigga you lying
Cuz you know I been spitting fye
This a special dedication, (thank y'all)
I wanna thank you for the fuel
No really thank you
(Y'all better hear this shit)
I felt so inspired by
it back
Is it okay for me to say? I don't know, so I watch and stand
In front of a line of police that look the same as me
Only separated by
the den
Surrounded by these hungry lions
Looking in the jaws of death
We reach for saving hands
No help will come from men
The Lord is coming
Well
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
W-i-double L-I-E
Nobody truer than H-O-V
And I'm back for more
New York's ambassador
Prime Minister back to finish my business up
What more can I say?
and ran into the street with hardly any clothes on
And as the sky lit up my heart stood still and I could feel my face turn white
All at once the clouds
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