Lyrics:
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
it's for survival
As if it's the last sip of water I'll ever get
Ribs visible, eyes bloodshot, thrusting away
Got my cob looking like Mexican street
G's)
Now, when you're rollin' through yo' motherfuckin' hood
Tell me what you see
(Some motherfuckin' G's)
Roamin' in my motherfuckin' hood
'Cause I'm a street genius
With a unique penis
Got fly chicks on my dick
That don't even speak English
I'm makin' ducks shed much tears
I buck queers i
I must have lost your number in the all-night garage
And now I'm wandering up and down your street, calling you name, in the rain
Whilst my shoes
or you'll break my heart for me
'Cause I don't want to walk without you
No, siree
Last night, I waved goodbye, now it seems years
I'm back in the city,
to go, if you're feeling down
If you're all alone when the pretty birds have flown
Honey I'm still free
Take a chance on me
Gonna do my very best
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
the streets 'til I've worn my shoes
There's always the slightest chance I'll bump into you
What if I do?
Hey you, it's me, you're still nice to see
How have you
Real talk, Usher
Just Blaze
Oh, oh oh
Mmm, you're gonna want me back
It's the last words she said to me
Now I'm wishing she was still here
[Featuring Master P Silkk The Shocker]
[C Murder]
How many of my TRU niggas actually get a second chance at life
at their dreams? not many huh
to go, if you're feeling down
If you're all alone when the pretty birds have flown
Honey I'm still free
Take a chance on me
Gonna do my very best
nigga
So play wit your own kids I'm a street nigga
I was born in da streetz kid One white girl left
Save the last dance My partner said you want it
Well
Sinnerman
Oh you think you're bad now
Why you tryna be the man of the hour
Take two of these and it will last you forever
Sinnerman
Oh you
Conscience be the crucifix a chopping block for poppycock
And I can feel our spirits drop upon these streets I oddly walk
Enough talk! Here's my last chance
dangerous
You would though and you died for me, what I been tryna see
Yet still I'm blinded by this blasphemy
Removed from my parental use to lose it in
I'm Rolling palm leaves
I'm vibeing, part Filipino
And I'm part Hawaiian
You may be an Island boy
But not from my island
Saying that you're from here
I'm Rolling palm leaves
I'm vibeing, part Filipino
And I'm part Hawaiian
You may be an Island boy
But not from my island
Saying that you're from here
I'm Rolling palm leaves
I'm vibeing, part Filipino
And I'm part Hawaiian
You may be an Island boy
But not from my island
Saying that you're from here
can see you one last time I wanna shake your hand
I really needed you but now I know I lost my chance
I stood my ground and I kept my stance
Taken by
dance the last dance for love
Yes, it's my last chance for romance tonight
Wo-o
I need you by me beside me to guide me
To hold me to scold me
Cause when
chance to make it work, ah baby
It's driving me crazy (driving me crazy) (you're driving me)
Because I'm missing my baby (missing my baby) (my baby)
On the shadow of someone's doubt
Yeah, yeah, yeah
So don't hold out, don't let these chances pass you by
Here's your life, you're gonna get it right
fucking us over
Like we a terroristic threat, the ghetto covered in soldiers
Fear my only chance to live is with my hand on the trigger
Way they did
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