Lyrics:
tellin' me don't run the streets
So tell me am I wrong?
For tryin' to communicate through a song
I'm up early in the mornin', by sunrise I'll be gone
Livin' on borrowed time and borrowed money
Sleepin' on the street there ain't a damn thing funny
With the hand-me-down food and hand-me-down clothes
wake up in World War III (World War III)
I see destruction and poverty
And I feel like I want to go home
It's okay if you're coming with me
'Cause
the problems of a man
At the age of three
My daddy was bad
I've been told
So my family name
I must serve on
I love by the clock
And live by the gun
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
Monday`s calling you too early when you`re sound asleep
Bells are ringing by your bedside and out in
bottom
Woman I know Yes I know
Ain't no place left to go
Ain't no place left to go
I been locked out by A woman
Locked out in the street
I been
wake up in World War III (World War III)
I see destruction and poverty
And I feel like I want to go home
It's okay if you're coming with me
'Cause
stuck a lot
Just letter jacket boys singing Jerry Jeff songs
Drinking everything we could get our hands on
Learning 'bout right by doin' it wrong
ALL THAT I WANTED
Written By: Sharon Faith Groom
Copyright 2000
VERSE I
Why the hell are we friends anyway
Since me being down just ruined your
I'm back bitch, y'all remember me
Michael Jordan of the street shit
Hustle hard, taught you niggas how to eat, bitch
Twenty-three on my muthafuckin'
suffering,
They saw me pass by the street,
Island of the enchantment,
I'm leaving!
Our own animal sings for free for the people,
Hey babe what are we doing
check three
Check game from the notorious Compton G
Back with some shit that gots to bump
As you pull up in the park you pops the trunk
Just
Come on (come on, come on)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
From front to back street, listen, we on a mission
To get right, workin' street corner in
I don't know what to do without you
I don't know where to put my hands
I've been trying to lay my head down
But I'm writing this at three AM
check three
Check game from the notorious Compton G
Back with some shit that gots to bump
As you pull up in the park you pops the trunk
Just
The street is cold, the dawn is grey
My heart says no but my head says stay
My work is finished, or so I've been told
Can't part the three of us,
are
We got Main Street eyes
Watchin' as the big boys roll by
Under rotten television skies
We got Main Street eyes
I saw a kitten squashed in
Laid back, hypnotized by the funky sound
People in the street see me bobbin my head
While I'm checking out the rapper and the rhyme that he said
I'm
people in the street
High low
People in the street high
Low high
Low i was living in a wasteland
Dominated by these maniacs
These complete creeps
I was
see people laughing and
Dancing in the street
On the count of three, everybody do
The Christopher Reeves
One, two, three, follow me
Superman,
(Mari Beats, turn me up)
(Damn, Yak)
Yeah
(Dun Deal on the track)
Streets raised me, streets paid me
Fucked my first bitch in the hood up
chance by the auld kirk or on Hunter Street
On the way to the Adam Smith hall
Walking home late by Kirkcaldy's sea wall
The sea looks so big, the sky
mee
BLACKOUT BLACKOUT
Everytime at least three
BLACKOUT BLACKOUT
Never will he tease
BLACKOUT BLACKOUT
I want a cocky street nigga from my hood
Laid back, hypnotized by the funky sound
People in the street see me bobbin my head
While I'm checking out the rapper and the rhyme that he said
I'm
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