Lyrics:
[Chorus]
They mad at me
Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me)
Good got Jordan's, the sun in my Range (they mad at me)
Pass by don't
loudly, there's a man in the hall...
Hell, it's some kinda lunatic followin' me.
He's down by the john so I can't take a pee.
I'm 's'posed t' be
No one will never know, what happen behind the door
I like it fast or slow, a freaky b**** fo sho
Street life is all I know, hustlin and stackin
It's hell up in Harlem, my main man just caught a bad one
Wetted by a magnum when he didn't have none
That goes to show you that even when you're
That's when my heart turned cold
I'm a product of the block
We used to cook the product in the pot
Add soda to turn the product into rock
It's in
Oh the sound of street dub-vendor
Knew you had to survive living in the light
Beautiful yet scattered
Through it all your spirit never shattered
Glad
the drugs
Bustin' it down in the tub (coke)
Pay me my money in dubs
Water whippin', lookin' like I'm fishin'
Baseball in kitchen, with my arm I'm pitchin'
we masked it
Y'all best be defeat and be discreet
Catch the hot heat from across the street
Take me in the dump schools that, wanna push me
A colosseum in streets it's the same
A battle to see who wears the gold chain
Win or lose it's how you play it they tell me
But you ask me I want the G-O-L-D
big-headed
Would you please stop talking about how my dick head is
Flow infectious, give me 10 seconds
I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas
It's
got to have this caviar fool so don't say you don't
Illegal or legit hit after hit I keep ya head bobbin'
in all black like Batman give it to me or I'm
if I pull out some heat, nigga, you gon' kick in (kick in)
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the old school
When it's time to duel, you
at the Weiner Schnitzel, got socked in the jaw
By some sixties, I bombed back, the nigga pulled
Out a strap, said it's 6-0, I ducked, then he missed me
Now I'm
Got a circle of success you can say I'm way around it
Yeah and by the way my name is Touch????
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
Uptown roller, take it off
the hall and saw all my friends were there
A neon sign was flashing "welcome come on in"
It feels so good, feelin' good again
My favorite band was playin'
ago
It was way back in '76
Our friendship formed of pure innocence
We first met in Mathew Street
Where we heard something that would set us free
Me and my crew in a little tour show
Learned to flip the door with the money we've got.
The blocks stay hot getting knocked it's on
Till one by
the streets of Vernon
Nothin Nice, John Boy Ice, his death undetermined
Pick an island anywhere for your happy soul or return it
When I'm gone, I pray my
pulling up in a Bent'
And the crowd, they taking pictures
It's hard to tell, if a flash went off
Or you was blinded by the riches
to,we used to, We used to rob for them petty thangs like a gold chain Or a mothafucking pinky ring Now it's cocaine I'm the dope man Cigarettes in my
to a dress
Gotta dress to impress though
Gotta stay clean, plus mami in the next row
She with me, what you expect? I live to be fly to death
It's
from this song?
Dig this music. It’s got me dancing all night long.
[verse]
At the mall on the street
In the stall tapping happy feet
Where I stand
the fireside.
Put another log on so the mood won't disappear.
Chorus: Walks in the moonlight, without a flashlight,
Beyond the street lights, holding hands
It's
as smooth as I'ma get
Nice and easy but hard to catch on to
Move with melodies, rhymes to respond to
The mic's in front of me, so you know it's gonna be
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