Lyrics:
in them Chi Town Streets and every Hood where we be if we believe we can kill that beef if we could dream it would be too sweet if I could see you just
the junk yard to the street
Racing on every highway wherever fast cars would meet
One day he found his calling at an airstrip out of town
They drove in from
the junk yard to the street
Racing on every highway wherever fast cars would meet
One day he found his calling at an airstrip out of town
They drove in from
O’un Toju Tiri this life is not funny even when your plan is not working still they don’t wanna see you win yeah you can ask sheiglofe when she Dey
Through eyes so dulled by fear?
A darkened paradise
Is where you've lived your life
A Banquet of shattered dreams Display of fractured bones
Despite your
the lawnmower, and then he....."
Dick or treat, bon appetit
All the little kiddies running down my street
Gathering candy treats door to door
But they walk past
your head wide open
Hopin to spot a chip in this frame
I lived and died by the burnin flame
Of the OK Corral Cowboy style
From the Quarters
on the ground, but praying to the sky
God please don't let me die we dodging all them drive by's
Living at 2205 you ask what street I said KY
All of my guys they
I been all alone, surrounded by dead friends
Steady jacking static, they ain't ready for the backend
Money comin' in, I won't meet the dead end
Wave the flag
'Cause they'll be watching you
And who you're talking to
So censor yourself
Have you ever lived in a place where you had no real freedom
Name Will, I am Dub D the King going dumb on the mic
I got everyone hype by the shit that I write
All my fans say they like how I flow it's a vibe
I
grew up around bodies
And I almost had some bodies of my own
Man but you cannot be sloppy
They knew where I lived you gotta be smart
And don't treat this
approve
Never lived by they rules
Never give an excuse
Always give a solution
When you speak it is pollution
When I speak there is movement
When I get it I
Once knew a man who thought he was another guy,
he was livin' a lie.
He took a chance by roaming the streets in the night,
Till he learned how
the streets
Feed my family where its safer
Doin wat i gotta do
Know people thatll take ya
In tha blink of an eye
Best believe they owe me favors
Sending shots
dey bleed
As life dey throw me punches
I dey bend
Go!
Write my name in cursive, i've been around not where you left me
I hear them bars, they feeling
lived a couple as fat as they could be
So what they did was get together and started a family tree
Well year by year the tree did grow
They might've
of all..
I shock 'em and clock 'em and pop 'em and drop 'em, flop 'em, then I mop 'em
In they muthafuckin' tracks is where I stop 'em
Unless you down with
walkin', the BBS rims flossin'
The beat walk in, harassin' the street walkin'
They keep talkin', like the Rebel might slow up
They set me up to go up,
For you I moved to Angel Street
Where they made the pain look pretty
It's hard to see it when you're young
Some things don't sink in till later
Like
and I (you and I)
On these streets where we loved, lived, and had to say goodbye (had to say goodbye)
to forensic labs
Your finger prints popped up
This is where it begins
Your street name was Henry the Saint
Staten Island's where your crib was at
Park
sonograms of the twins
Another chapter
And this is where our story begins
We lived in jersey, cuz it was cheaper than upper west
She taught me how to, wake in
Sometimes it's a toe
Keep ya hand on your knife and never trust those u meet
Or u might end up dead laying there by Cadillac Street
It's so cut throat in this
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