Lyrics:
bitch back (don't do that)
She for the streets and boy you a simp cause Nigga you already knew that
Ion sit on no work I move that make a diss nigga get
but endin' it to a nigga
Street sweeper like ahh!
Sendin' it to a nigga
When you in the house you'll play by house rules
2 words you'll never hear
the league
Then came back home
Told me that he missed family
He probably felt alone
After that he turned to the streets
His mind start to close
By this time
of chilling fear, you will never keep me here
For I, I shall crawl right down through that wall
I will crawl right on through that wall
That fateful night
on the out-of-work streets
Before he began to understand
Before he began to understand
And Joe got hired by a bowery bar
sweeping up the saloon
As his rag would
you shine if you can't rhyme
Dime droppers will give your fed time, if you sleep
But my mistake will be masterin' heat on city streets
And in
it, hope that they respond
Last night I had a bad dream
That the city's up in flames, is that really such a bad thing?
If I die before I make it, will I
looking to bash up the place
A closed casket awaits my fate
Cause I'ma die by a super soaker suicide
In the street light like an outsider
I run my mouth
the earth to shades of red
Like the blood stains on the shirt of the soldier who is dead
And I think of all the tears that his friends will never shed
for New York, New York, New York
One hand in the air for the big city,
Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty,
No place in the World that
beating
There won't be a day that goes by where I will not be grieving
David, how could you leave them
And before I could feel any anger
It was my turn
for dead
These are my growing pains
Pray over my food fo I eat
Came up from that third ward zone East
Where everybody thrown fours in the streets
the kids on the black top
Never knowing that they're living in the back drop
Raised by hero's that are owned by the mascots
The futures dark so get a flame
can give
Me the love that you can't give
So even if after years would pass by
I will never feel regret in my heart
When I met you
Oh, I will hold
no teachers
The streets preachers will put you in detention
A deficit of attention
Yo poppa is on suspension
For pretending to make all of the money
streets
People of the Mersey—the heart that makes the city beat
Keep London, you couldn’t pay me to go
I’d rather eat raw onion and chew on it slow
just because
We were separated from the Father and his love
Through Christ we're restored by His blood
Washes us clean with no Stains
That’s why we lift
heard it or every
Time somebody got murdered
We pour liquor on the curb
Until the cement stain
I cried enough tears from my
Eyes to equal 3-inch rain
dessed up, when I walk the city streets
To keep the heat, for peace I'm on the seat
21 at least nigga
Chorus X2
Will your scratch get snatched in
woman and man
God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It
born to grow
SMNGB
Hit the beat
Charge him for a piece
I don't want to preach
I'm a chef
And I made a fest
You can hit the street
I will never be
them boyfriends do
Pull up to the club where the boys went too
See that yellow tape and the boys in blue
A nigga on a stretcher and though I never met
Drip drop drizzle in the 2-0 Sizzle
Stay true to the game maximize potential
So much talent in the city of rain
Obsidian stain it's an Emerald thang
with a face so pale
And never heard
About the change
Showed his hand and fell out of range.
In the light of a city square
Find out the face that's
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