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beat in the streets
Black as murder by the hands of police
That’s why I’m black in the streets
And I’ll be happy when I’m black and I’m free
Until then

coming from a intersection
Know they taught you to get it by any means necessary
My enemies getting buried
That green in the air with a twist of cherry

Let's Get Funky

B.G.

It's All on U, Vol. 1

1997

Choppers with drums
Nigga thats how it comes
Assualt rifles, extended clips
Let you know where I'm from
The names chopper city
It's a city

Black as Martin get beat in the streets 
Black as murder by the hands of police 
That's why I'm black in the streets 
And I'll be happy when I'm black

all some way enslaved in their circumstances
Shape the way the behave on there battle on the street

That's why these kids ain't got no hope,

Side wild as retarded kids in the shower
So funky if I farted you would smell it for an hour
I'm straight reppin Philly where we always spit the raw

Mama Don't Take No Mess

Yo-Yo

Boyz N the Hood

1991

of steel
She'd tell us from the work we could all but kneel
Gettin nasty in front of guests was the way she'd like to do it
She'll say straighten your

riches exhausted by evening we gotta go get
And then maintain cause the main thing is to keep it
Niggas go bang bang with they pieces
Been locked in

I want the list I want the smoke from everybody
Not talkin streets but in the words
Step up and I'll terrorize you
Been the sharpest from the tip

Pushin' phat rides, it's no surprise
She got tricks in the stash, stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's

Surrounded by snakes feel like a fucking charmer
Stealing your girl like the knight in shining armour
Milking them titties like I'm a dairy farmer
Dropping

you see now
How these things must be worse
How the lord of forgiveness
Birthed in a barn
Would surely curse the names we ring in the streets
Would have

"Mr. Bramlett," they greet me
I want the women to love me, I want someone to need me
I feel like Ocho Jay, trying to put things in shape
Manifesting,

and birds fight over

Scored by silence
Spirits creep
Out of the secret nooks:
Scatter in the streets
Each one
Choosing his own
Beloved prey

Among the trees

with the pack
Said the first will be the last, learning facts of last supper
Anywhere we won't go (No)
Wild things are at (Yeah, huh)
He see greatness in

Verse 1: Po3
When a leaf breaks free from a tree
And falls to the street right beneath your feet
And you keep on walking, crumbling two or three

secrets keep it televised televised
I ain’t been over in a long time
Every time I ask you seem like the wrong time
Know you heard on the streets from

drinking you tired
Haven’t smoked in a while
Watching my mind go wild
Every second it seems like I’m calling you
It’s a mystery go and get scooby doo
You my

Dusty feet beat streets with the breeze to their back
Some things you just can't leave in the past
They follow you home like skinny dogs separated from

Morant , Little bitch, I'm Ja Morant
Might be like T-Lanes if I Shoot, bitch, Do the dance
Ain't no stopping me from Doing my thing I be on Point with

wakes up next to an angel
Hopin' that she falls from the sky
We sin cause we're made to
Call me by your name when the time is right

Eyes puffy, cause I'm

emancipated, they trying to get me
Tricky
Girls be trying to lock me down
They must not know i'm from the wild
I don't deal with the petty petty
I'll dead this

Lazy!!!

Freddie Foxxx

Blazin' 3-Mix Tape

NIGGAS CAN'T HEAL ME
I ring god when I deliver
I'm straight from the strongest isle AND I GOT NO -?-
And get wild in any burrow
To my warriors on Riker's

out there son"
Some children are rudely awakened at night
By the sound of gunshots
But not in my neck of the woods
The thieves are countin’ funds while