Lyrics:
in flames
Sometimes i think the Lord Jesus Christ
Died in vain
Because out there on the corner
There's a man on the street
He's got his hand out
Cause
splendor!
Di Francia è il più bell'uom! II bel tambur maggior!
Eccolo là! Che guarda, passa, va!
Musetta
As I walk alone through the streets, the people
gave you head shots
We gon' let these Drac's fly
I'ma go get me some paper though
I trapped it out right by the Texaco
250 Block, block life, we them
it's 'cause you're deep (it's 'cause you're deep)
Ooh, I say we struggle
It's hard livin', streets have been unforgivin'
Smoke weed, hold deep
a freak, this ain't yo hoe
You ain't street boy you's a hoe
I was tryna find out how fuck that he came through the hole
How the fuck da spot got hot,
ill
Get whacked by the nigga
Ha, ha, yeah, Heaven or Hell, it ain't no telling (ain't no telling)
They wanna picture me catching a shell, I ain't
of her own blood
Through a text, cut herself for something that I had done
Overseas, but I always get followed by bad luck
Bad time, I call on my homie
Check, check mic check one, two
It's about that time
This the year we take shit off the internet
And settle it in the streets motherfucker
Jump
Lauper
No more missed times, we fly by street signs
Let your hips rewind
Take me back into the future, yeah
Just like the 80s films
We'll hook up in
a varicose veins
Strange peace singing from the franco chain
That's a life you knew come and scare the proof
I'm just other just made fun of no way hosay
City lights shine bright on my complexion
Self-reflection, red hands flashing at the intersection
Life is green-lit, one star no script
Supporting
When I was younger I fell in love with the girl next door
Back to the beat yo back to the beat of 1984
We had beat street we had breakin' 1 and 2
game, the wheels too fly
I'm thinking about murder every time we cruise by
Heard he got like 84 elbows of blue fire
In the basement, muthafuckas still
on the dick
Like a red nosed pick nigga
I don't really give a shit about they life man
Off that night train
Cut they fuckin throat wit a knife man
here working and I gotta pay up
Cindy, she not herself unless she smoking crack
7 times she got stabbed in the back
By a regular john she dealt with
third coast, these niggas can't fade
Third coast
You could lose your life, don't fuck with third coast
These niggas can't fade third coast, these
Ah just di life, unno care yuh know
Bang didilly bong bong didilly bong bong didilly
Bang bang bang bang, ah Delly Ranks and Elephant come fi
did with my life
I will say I spent it with you
If I wake up in World War III
I see destruction and poverty
And I feel like I want to go home
I end up in the courtroom
White chucks, hair spiked up
With my double fat laces on
And I want this game over
It's a fight to let this life
he's not cause he just got a fed spot
Homicide on my trail(on my trail)cause I'm sleepin' by my antee
Them niggas want to thank me
I live tha life
and street marinez
dirt needlez in the hands of ghetto fiendz
I'm caught between, (what) the hard life, and ghetto dreams
got sceemz
wit black borrai'z,
Sermon, learn my name
(Love is) - When I come through your spot
With no security guards, just me and the Squad, uhh
I got love, a cat got checked by
of immortality
Now he ain't that tough six feet deep
Short rides on the glory train
Through dead end streets of no escape
Lyin' in the bed you made
did with my life
I will say I spent it with you
If I wake up in World War III
I see destruction and poverty
And I feel like I want to go home
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