Lyrics:
(Yeah)
Movin' white back and forth over
Green like table tennis
Guap was pourin' in, my Glock was roarin'
At nineteen
Shots hit you like hydroxychloroquine
on the right
Driving down the wrong street, thinking what the fuck I'm gon' eat tonight
White women laying in my bed, I can make a documentary
On what race
above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your
the city on my back, never took my spine
Off the stoop by seven, was a crook by nine
From the era where they screamed out,""Do that shit!""
Do that shit, you
This ain't living, This ain't living
Nah nah baby, this ain't living no no no no
Uh heart of a lion, the eye of a panther
Why is blacks in the streets
thought I could get here
Windowless house with walls around
They push me smaller and smaller
Taking away the life I found
White powder strong as a lion
Shinobi got a heart of gold, they said Caleb got the lion's heart
And I keep two in the head, you tryna tear us apart
I keep a black hoodie on me
Lil Wayne & T-Streets Talking:
Yeah! Nigga this the young god weezy
Baby what's ya name caddy? T-streets nigga
My nigga streets telling me he need me
Raise your banners, raise them high
In your homeland hear the cry
From the battle, turn to home
Back to England to claim your throne
Six white
half empty. You might be in your dad's car by now, your bags and things piled high in the trunk. The girls in the back of the bus are shrieking
color blind
United in different stripes
But when the puppet needs him he is black
And when he doesn’t he is white
And its
One if by land
Two if by
where the snakes lions bears roam
Its either eat or get ate by the wrong one
Expect the unexpected walking in the unknown
The streets ain't made for
it the first time, bring it back
Now, everybody gotta fight for equal rights
Cuz the richest people in the whole world equal whites
To make it
on the right
Driving down the wrong street, thinking what the fuck I'm gon' eat tonight
White women laying in my bed, I can make a documentary
On what race
All-American self hatred runs deep
White boys all I see whenever I sleep
Niggas think I think these
Thoughts on purpose
But I knew 'bout NSYNC 'fore
Don't judge me, you don't know what am going through
Mom and Dad looking sad meaning no food
So I had to go out
I come make street boy, no other way out
my mom's vaginal
Cavity, now I'm surrounded by creeps and freaks
Had to watch my back in the New York streets
Fly, like an aeroplane, more powerful
throwin a shot back
Yours is on a joint, mine's whistlin by your top hat
Yeah I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back
Open the mac's mouth and black out
colla di plate
Pack it up
Yo back to the duppy
The oink oink
One of the favorite halal pork
That they love to nyam
clongside the loins of the lion
Which
the streets empty
I keep the streets empty for me
Ayo she was a hustler in her mind
All involved in crime life
Every step she take she gotta look back
(white)
Fuck a peace sign, you gon' get hit one time (bah, bah, bah)
I get that fish scale, turn it to hard white (white)
Live by the street life, that's
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
Some man say it's a psycho ting
But them man are fake on a lypo ting
Us man are big dargs, them a Michael 'ting
Roll by on a cycle ting
Man better take
the lap
And if its slow in the ass back to the rope and the mask
Man we got that white girl
And wigga talk bout uh price to make it right for you
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