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That bitch gonna put me on her playlist
And she gonna wish she had me
How many bands you got like three
Talking all that shit we caught him by the corner

Show no love
You already know what's up
We got them sticks
Them drums, so watch your step
All my life, I been up
In these streets, uhh uhh
Fucking

you might fail
Will you still proceed don’t be discouraged just take heed
Rare breeds only feast at my table we eat together
You pumped up to 30 bands

chop samples wit the chef quick 
Fuck investments I take a ten strip throw ten bands in the trash like a child I neglected 
Get a estimate townhouse in

of childhood
Oft they told of wondrous love
Pointed to the dying Saviour
Now they dwell with Him above
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, by and by
Is

the streets
Black man who couldn't make it past 23
Full of love I was hopeful and wild
But I'll Leave this world alone as my bones hit the ground

Aye
Listen

I've Been Down

Mac Dre

Rapper Gone Bad [Bonus Tracks]

1999

on the main line
Dopefiend's dose, so I go claim mine
25 cartons, now I'm straight
Keep 17, and the homeboys 8
Cop some hop, start back boomin
Got em sendin

just meet me

Right over there by the BP
Jelly with me no PB
I had a thot off beat street
She would suck me till I zz
When I'm in New York we rolling up

We thug niggas and hustlers
Who guzzled up, seperate love from lust
Now niggas ain't touchin' us
Streets corrupted us
Ya'll niggas want fly car with

I told the man in the rearview mirror I wouldn't do this to him again
I wouldn't turn these four wheels down your street and take your memory for

street shit really in my blood i won't tell no lies
Nigga we got whatever you need just gone bang that line
I'm all outta love i put trust up in my nine

was broke now I'm poppin' bands
Now we made it out the sand
From to pot to the pan
Weigh that shit bag it by grams
Don't get caught hand to hand
What

And the Beat
the money I made in the streets
Controlah
Said is ova
By myself now sitting in the Rova
Wait for me
I said wait for me
Babe your breaking me
But she

determined
By your street buzz
Back this track from this that way
Back spoke about peach fuzz (word)
That's a whole nother repertoire
Back to the matter

am I hearin' what I'm hearin' or is it the drugs?
I would've been left the streets if it wasn't for love
Gave you all I had to give, it just wasn't

Money, Power, Respect

X-Raided

X-Ology: The Best of X-Raided

2001

would have to deal with me
He was in it in the beginning and through the start of it all
On 24th Street, rappin' for guns and smokes
Write bars

face
See me winning the race
You SAB, it's sad
You stabbed my back
And broke my heart
You SAB
You're a stupid ass bitch
These streets ain't safe, you

Despised By Patch Ass Nizzaz Who Tell Lies

 (FreeSwaggaer For The Streets)

You See You Ain’t Even Gotta Get Up On That Mothefucker On That Mane

standing on all my business
I was posted on that block till ever nick and dime was finished man they know they wrong
And these streets ain't the same all

the P, fuck, I look like buying 8th
I'm tryna put my youth on and help my niggas see some pay
We be posted in the hood, you'll probably catch me on the 8

Balling hard like I'm trying to make triple double
Had double back
Had to get it had to hustle
Made 10 bands easy like the shit Was nothing
Them streets

(Shed his blood in the streets
I got dead homies i was made for this
You was thinkin' I was real
We was raised different
All that shit that you ain't

When our weary world was young|The struggle of the ancients first began|The gods of love and reason|Sought alone to rule the fate of man||They

called family that he had 
Left him all by himself 

See where that love get you?
It get you hurt 
They don't really love you 
Till they know yo body in