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the leaves die
Pre-packaged futures freeze dried, cross me by
The body count in the streets is knee high
Plus, I seen pubbles so deep the puddles speak
Ripe

hitting stains
the mob life runs through my veins
its too late for me to change
these streets got me deranged
strapped up and paranoid
ready to add

we heroes amble
Ankle deep we wade
Ankle deep through someone else's
Ticker tape parade

Jets folded from wall street journal
Shoot down cartons care

the streets
All I came for is cheese nigga dat's hard to believe
I'ma lock and unload and make your bitch ass bleed
Let ya'll know dat I came wit some shit up

worry about freaks on the street sellin keys
rock the streets beats from the mouth no tracks
rhymes be simple bust on how they aint wack
i walk into

until he could no longer keep his feet
And he stumbled into the grass to sleep beside the street

Chorus
Ring ding diddlediddle ay de o, ring di diddly ay

fills these streets
You'll know it's here

Revolution
Can you feel it
Revolution cry
Revolution
Can you hear it
Revolution cry
And I believe it
And I

Yo, yo, yo, I was wishin for knowledge
But didn't have tuition for college
So that mission abolished
Straight street like power, politics, and policy

Wat it do
Keep talkin
You gon' dig yo self in a deeper whole
And find out how many the street sweeper hold I keep a roll
Pretty chick that can deep

the street
Saw you walking down, looking right at me
I gotta say, you are amazing to me
So what's your name? What's your sign?

Sidewalk sweetheart (sidewalk

niggaz kill me and ya'll, ya'll know ya'll booty

So please get your punk ass off the street

Please, please, do it for your family

Don't be stupid, don't

they reinstate you
I won't believe no rumors, that nigga snitch 'cause I ain't even see no paper
Street niggas'll never get tapped on the back whenever

up out the mud
Streets looking messy
They was selling cool ranch look
At how I'm dressing
Counting up the nacho cheese
My life is a blessing
Aye that

up in the attic oh lord

Pussy niggas panic, I could see they panties
Rain, snow, or sleet, I'm in these streets
And it's so organic, WB but no

(Brrt)
We can't find you fuckboys, you hiding (Oh)
You better not get caught ever lacking
(Swear) the chopper gon' eat up his backend
Wе racin' the streets

a porn star
All these hoes for the street like curve ball
( pinkgrillz)
Make the bitch "Uh" like bird call
No, ah, yeah (yeah, yeah)

Call me "Lil' 14"

the streets up
Damage the avenue nigga
The hammer will have you dancing
Like Hammer on gravel
And you know the pump-action of the gauge
I moonwalk 'em back like

it

I knew I had to leave
That trash on my sleeves
Got caught up in the streets
I couldn't really breath oh, no Oh, no
So, then I took a gun looked up

As I walk these narrow streets
Where a million passin feet
Have trod before me
With my guitar in my hand
Suddenly I realize nobody knows me
Where

a fuck
Look at me and look at them
You can see i'm different yup
Ask the street about me
Them niggas say i'm real as fuck
Two time felon, still dealing
I

critical
We wear tracks out, lyrically I'm a beast
From Brooklyn's backbone
Epitome of the streets
Only the strong survive
If you physically weak
You get

This shit 'bout to be ah, this shit... hello?
I got too many hoes callin' me
You know I'm sayin'? Real street shit, man
I don't even fuck with niggas

God damn, I totally flipped
Don't even he smell
Like stallions and clams
Hit the street in his status Trans Am

Vinnie the eel vinnie the eel
Vinnie

the ground up
Coming from the ground up
Momma kept us in church
That’s how we came up 
Streets knew my name
But it wasn’t bout the fame
Just a Detroit soldier