Lyrics:
I'm her daddy
Barely see her, I'm a dead beat
Dripping wet (spill), splashin' on 'em
Slice the twelve feet (blrrrd, blrrrd)
Go
If yo' bitch
People party down by they ain't goin' nowhere
They ain't goin' nowhere
Gonna run outside
What's there to see
Just one big shadow there to comfort me
but ain't ran one lap
Ran so far from the streets that you can't come back
You tripping with nowhere to unpack, forgot that
[Chorus]
"This is rap
the whistle blow.
Nowhere job on a dead end street.
You ain't got a minute when the siren sounds;
Gotta get movin' to the underground.
But I gotta woman,
to run
the damage is done, I don't wanna die
They won't stop until I'm dead
I'm hunted street by street
I've gotta fight for my life
I must leave before
somewhere I can't even go nowhere
Listen calm down Bro
I want to go somewhere I can't even go nowhere
Hey stay home
These streets be looking like
Way out there in the wilderness
Of love and pain
Under the gentle arches we rode
The silver streets
Couldn't see a difference between gold
What? (just shut the fuck up) Huh? (just shut the fuck up)
Headstrong, dead calm, Dead by Dawn
Dead weight, they dead wrong, let's get it on
Twelve
What? (just shut the fuck up) Huh? (just shut the fuck up)
Headstrong, dead calm, Dead by Dawn
Dead weight, they dead wrong, let's get it on
Twelve
reason
N****z know that the bulls*** was dead on the streets
N****z I'm gettin high, gettin head as we speak
Long live the great ones, B.I.G, P.A.C.
What? (just shut the fuck up) Huh? (just shut the fuck up)
Headstrong, dead calm, Dead by Dawn
Dead weight, they dead wrong, let's get it on
Twelve
reason
Niggaz know that the bullshit was dead on the streets
Niggaz I'm gettin high, gettin head as we speak
Long live the great ones, B.I.G, P.A.C.
The streets are all empty
There's nowhere to go right now
CH #1 None of the stoplights are red
Everybody's
I can't cross the street to save my life,
And I was certain that there's no tomorrow
The Sounds of the Graveyard were rising again
So many dead
They wander endlessly
Through the streets
I always wind up
Behind them
They re marching to a
Different beat
I wonder who
Designed them
Only one
on
Standing in front of a dead suburban moon
Deep wide streets in these nowhere burgs
Please remember to... remember to leave the light on
Seen it from
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong,
ain't goin nowhere, no
We're here, Queer, Stayin
We're here
And we ain't goin nowhere, no
Nowhere, no
So much death out in these streets
We have had
a dead end street
With nowhere left to turn
That autumn as the nights drew in
And the leaves fell on the street
My mind wheels circles 'bout this
Girl
ran one lap
Ran so far from the streets that you can't come back
You tripping with nowhere to unpack, forgot that
In front of two-inch glass and Arabs
Oh come and see this place
We live the fallen streets beneath the fading sun
At night they come and reinstall
The tattered leaves of all our
Oh come and see this place
We live the fallen streets beneath the fading sun
At night they come and reinstall
The tattered leaves of all our
for your thigh
You were always the fastest
Not this time
My muse is dead
Felled by her own conceit
My muse is dead
So on to a new pastiche
The dust was
puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, 'til
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