Lyrics:
blast that don't even ask.
You get beat by the only one thing that can beat you,
Defeat you, cheat you, the streets will eat you.
Jealousy and envy
and hips, you heard of this?
The makings of the perfect bitch
Gimme Sade's mystique, she gotta know her way in the streets
Like Billie Holiday in Harlem
to, let you know you're a star
Somebody need to, hold and be by your side
Somebody need to, walk you down the isle
Somebody like me, like me and you
Emotions are running high
But I keep it low key everyday see me getting fly
And I aint got time for no bitches
I cut em all off you can say they got
on a
Plane i'm standing on a street and
All of a sudden I'm
Surrounded by French police and they are
Saying: "We are sorry madame, but we
Are going to have
the streets are left behind
Not every rainbow ends with a pot of gold
But you can gain momentum when you have a meal to hold
It can start off with a coffee,
golds always up in the trunk
My mother asks me everyday, 'Are you still bangin?'
I lie and tell her, 'No', but her heart knows I ain't changed
I hate
forget you're in love
Stars don't line those city streets
When we find (As it slips on by)
Stars are sitting in my head
When we find (As it slips on by)
man, trigga man, trigga man please don't shoot
'Bout it, bout it, bout it like T-R-U
Young nigga ridin in a V-1-2
Chop bricks like karate, judo, kung fu
had just to get your attention
In the street she all class, Imma teach you a lesson
Looking in each others eyes just to see our reflection
She treat me
your body down cause you know you are my world
So let me take you home tonight and don't worry bout a damn thing
Let's take a cruise little momma down
Dostoevsky
Thinking that'd get rid of you
And waited with a stone in my hand
But you were quite right
Nature had another plan
(& failed to run it by me
Boi . . .
[Layzie]
Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me
Everybody by now should know my label, my thugsta
These things guidin'
the Belfast Child sings again
Some come back, Billy, won't you come on home
Come back Mary, you've been away so long
The streets are empty, and your
lost your hand
Trying to be me
What was the plan
Being wild and untamed
Too wild is the dream
When you're not a team
Anymore
The streets are
an Oddity
You must know by now that your opinions ain't stopping me
And I was Trapped in Chains, now I'm breaking free
So there's really no reason to be
) to be (me)
If you call me (ba-) baby (-by)
I'll be ya (la-) lady (-dy)
Ain't no love for (these streets)
Love is what I'm looking for and love is what
happen by accident, huh
Broken souls trying to piece themselves up right back again, huh
The weed smoke clouding up my visuals
The streets brittle, crowded
floors
The jobs are really menial you make no bread
And then at five-o'clock you head...
...By subway
[BRENDON + DALLON]
Downtown
[BRENDON]
Where
another, tell me if you special
I can introduce a bullet to your temple
Honestly, man we can keep it simple
You are not worthy to hold a pencil
You are not
come forward
Me and my people are signed, sealed, delivered, incorporated
brought to your by Rhymesayers Entertainment
You got to face it, we not
[Intro: GBO]
GBO
With D.O.R.A., produced by
K-Yos
Woo
Brought to you by
Miagi
Bring in the chorus like
[Hook: Dora]
I can never go nowhere without
right because I
Love the way you huh i love the way you huh
Today is gonna be the day that they're
Gonna throw it back to you and by now
You shoulda
heathens with me trynna bombard the system
My man just went to jail and brought a gun charge with him
On top of that other felonies
I told him hold his
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