Lyrics:
and bail and brag and sag
Or beat down for ya flag
'Cause if you is or you ain't a gangbanger
Keep one in the chamber
'cause you'll get them thangs
Around my way
Around my way
All the corners filled with sorrow
All the streets are filled with pain
Around my way
Around my way
Around my way
All
fallen leaves on the ground
Run away before you drown or the streets will beat you down
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves on the ground
When
too
Forty second street
Hear the beat of dancing feet
Its the song I love the melody of
Forty second street
Little nifites from the fifties
it all up and then divide it by zero
'Cause you're back on the street
I can't stand the strain of this job no more
I must have forgot what I took
chat to me
So w'appen Dre? Tell me wah di fuck ah gwan nuh
Creepin' down the back street on D's
I got my Glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
No
too
Forty second street
Hear the beat of dancing feet
Its the song I love the melody of
Forty second street
Little nifites from the fifties
My tread
In my lows
Black lung in my hand
West, by God, Virginia in my head
Heartbeat, hustle and pound
She's running down the wrong street
Down the street, side by side with a dust cart
Waking up but we never went to sleep
And we take a seat in a beat up city
There's a sign saying
A tenement, a dirty street
Walked and worn by shoeless feet
Inside it's long and so complete
Watched by a shivering sun
Old eyes in a small
in these streets so GDK in these streets
Toting glock nines and some rugers getting saved by the heat
I was raised in these streets, C.P.D.K in these
'em words from me
That take long to cook
So some feel free in saying that we don't hunger for beats
Not that we not hungry, just picky in what we eat
that still eludes
Baba Baroo
Returning to a street by this house
Spilling forth beats and tones, beats and tones, beats and
A sonorous brotherhood that
You couldn't catch me in the streets
Without a ton of reefer
You couldn't catch me in the streets
Without a ton of reefer
You couldn't catch me in
Down on east street
The cars roll by
You try to keep the beat
For the whole mile
Where the lovers meet
Never out of style
In the back seats
All
Dance to the beat, beat, beat
Get up outta yo seat
Summer time coming where the heat
Come on out in the streets
This mask is hot im tired
Trying
Can't understand why I'm so down?
I'm not a whitewall, I'm a vogue
Like a Zenith wire wheel I roll
Got a fresh new beat, made to get freak
It was
the power of blood
To lick-a-shot in a di street and get your people to run — son
And when a cop dies, we all mortified
But when a cop kills he don't need no
(All the die for riders tap in)
(Saucy on the beat)
(Red rag, burgundy flag all that)
(I'm finna blood this bitch)
I be blood, blood, blood
the rim and this is how I ball
A gritty little something on the New York streets
This is how I represent over this here beat
Talking 'bout you
Yo, I
la-la, la-la
They got a A-P-B out on my thug family
Since the Outlawz run these streets like these scandalous freaks
Our enemies die now, walkin'
Played in Cincinnati
With my whole head nappy
Made a rally in the street
With nothin' but a beat
Gotta grudge against a judge
Kick em out that
the drank dirty (woo)
Got a body case
Yeah, the beat diverted (beat diverted)
I'm in love with you, girl
I been sellin' it for real (uh-huh)
I been
him in his face
Hired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired
Eyes pitch red but da beat bop my head
Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds
I
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