Lyrics:
planning dreams
Now we rockin mics, gettin shit right, stayin on beat,
And servin this heat, through yo streets, jealous hoes peep,
But me, I don't sleep
Mama told me when I was three
The street'll never get you no where
You take a street car jumpin' and back beat bump
And get along like it isn't there
Guess you was on the street
And you blew my day
Coming up and you black out on me
Coming up and you black out on me
Seen it coming for years
me show my skill
It's the Scheme, yeah niggas got to chill
Peace to my nigga DL wit the beat
And peace to all my niggas on Union Street
Detroit
And I'd buy these New York ladies If these light weren't so bright
And me I wasn't there
Stagger down main street
A knife in my side
And I
Yipy-yo Yipy-Yeah (4x)
Street lights glearin off the windshield
Mear coke crackers on the general wheel
6 Pack in the back and a dousand
Keep the sounds up
to the streets
And in the streets of Asheville I channeled my pain
'Til one raging black night I slept in the rain
I dreamed of a refuge a red velvet world
Taking my time
Put my coat on at nine
Down goes my life
Streets are cold
No gun by my side
I'm now going home
Don't wait on me,
Wait on me
I was hangin' from the rafters
Lookin' through the window
Suddenly my ears were out in the street
Sirens were screaming from far away
All I can
Friday night on a one way street
Cold, damp and dark but you could still feel the heat
Movin' through the shadows
At the speed of light
I said,
gettin murdered by
the D.A. says they got me on a felony
I'm tryin to live my life, so what the fuck is you tellin me?
The streets are war, that's what
to BG is a misdemeanor
St. Mary's Hospital, 10:20 AM
on the street called Atlantic is where I began
Ola May, uh, that's my lady, she made me
on a street
Oh little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth,
"Heart Of My Heart" brings back a memory
When we were kids on the corner of the street
We were rough and ready guys
But Oh! How we could harmonize
hurt if you come from out of town
But down by lord that's word
Fantastic
Show stoppin emcees
Yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket
But
Oh little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth,
ring
People are talkin' in the street
About the guy who gives off the heat
Oh, sweet jealousy
Is this revenge?
'Cause it's me, me, me
Who'll be
I had a vision last night
That I was walking on a street of gold
The street that I saw
Is where I and I should have been
So let's unite
me free
Bourbon Street mama, you've never seen in your life
Bourbon Street mama, you keep it clean out of sight
Lord, I'm going back to New Orleans
NewYork City's sickness
Simple street principle
Cream team invincible
Money interchangeable
Bulletproof Benzes
Ralph Lauren lenses
Soldiers in
of every label's distribution
My street team is gonna be eight men with loaded tecs
Ridin around with chrysler pt cruisers from a mental institution
Whip
My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets
Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets
Even though I'm her niece, she copped me
the street,
Just tryin' to get my nerve up.
[Chorus]
Ooh, Lord!
Ooh baby, babe, I want ya, want you,
Gotta keep you for all time.
And I think I'm
cheats and rustlers would run for their holes when the boys from the old broken O
Rode up and reined on the street that they named Sonora's death row
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