Lyrics:
and thoughts that's oh
Instinct to hustle divided by the struggle
Plus a couple of scuffles and up to high shuffle
Even when it sound muffled
I bust through
the Chevy beating down the street
Beating so hard
The Chris is wasting on my mink seats
To get a rim posted corner
Call me 10 G's
The same as the Chevy
judges, don't equal justice
Free all political prisoners
Brick by brick - wall by wall
won't sit back - let our brothers and sisiters fall
boots
The Wall Street guy
With that Neil McCoy tattoo
The back-road buck and Merle traditionalists
Whole lot of love and never been kissed
the Chevy beatin down the street
Beatin so hard
The chris is wastin on my mink seats
To get a rim posted corner
Call me 10 G's
The same as the Chevy platinum
Tryna rain, tryna rain on the thunder
Tell the storm I'm new
I'm a wall, come and march on the regular
Painting white flags blue
Lord forgive
they OGs
A straight up pussy and claims that he knows me
You see I, putting out these DVDs
Now my shit done hit the streets, he gots to squat the pee
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned
that
25 deep, guns up under the throwback
That new R. Kelly shit sound like bobby womack
Black wall street in hurr, nigga where the hoes at
We got
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
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
your fly
GET OUT THERE!
[LL Cool J]
To rappers I'm a nightmare on Elm Street
Hellafied hotter than heat, guess why the other's can't eat?
Cause I'm
Street talk and all the situations
That make me feel awkward
Or the words that I can't stand
So I'll try to shuffle out of
Every conversation
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what
Snoop double, D O G, what, mr. X to the Z, yeah, and Kurupt
The kingpin, DoggHouse Records takin over the shit in
of yesterday
Shuffle by real late
There's no need to fear a spectre
It's just Simon at your gate
Won't let no walls hold him
His spirit keeps him free
Could use
Carmalita's in the doorway, with her hand on her hip
Smilin' at all the boys as they shuffle on by
She makes a lot of money with a brand new trick
a street sweeper
Or dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
in Venice Beach
Call it Dope Rhymes and DVD, Free P
Hypocrites got us one free of World War I I I
Taxpaying citizens
Getting stressed by the Beast
We went from repping zones to color of bandanas
Tryna stay clean, but the streets dirty like Diana (they is)
They laughed at how we talk then ran off
fuck you up, young buck
Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck
Revolution got me pumped up
But it's still a fact black people still
the case had me lookin like Wall Street in all my investments
And I roll wit a shooter bitch 2 Blicky's loaded I'm Smith and she Wesson
But I need me
the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched
spending ends
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's"
The snitch in the precinct saying
"He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by
a street sweeper
Or dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
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