Lyrics:
WORK, you gone have to pay to play in these streets
Just know it's gon' be good or be cheap Just know if it's cheap, it ain't good
Just know if it's
Knew dem niggas won't kill gave him hospital costs
He can't sleep, it's the ego he shakin
Its takin his all not to blow but they fakin
Dem niggas he
Holton Street
Dean Street, click clack
President, uh huh
Nostril out, DP's
Orange Al, RPG's
T-Town, who wanna ride?
Brooklyn, come on, come
This I'm Kinda Takin It Back For A Second,
I Get Her Number She Tells Me To Call Her After This Session
And So I Do, And It's Kind Of Awkward,
the house?
When you see me at awards or a popular place
I see chains shinin', I wanna stock it over my face
Coordinated, try to see me by some popular names
Uh, four in the mornin' family, yes
Bigger risks, even bigger rewards
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Capo!
They keep sayin' what I can't do, let me
happy and it's bloated
I been for the streets and I ain't ever caught a love bug
Smash and then I dash I call it desperado slut fuck
Said he wanna buy but
they uh come when u sleep
This drillin shit it’s so easy to me
We do uh hit we just slide down the street
I body uh nigga for something to eat
I swear
for no reason?
Is it because the money bustin' out the seams?
I swear there's no love in these streets
Ain't no love in these (uh)
I couldn't
a lifestyle, but they treat it like it's a trend
Man, they like "koopa tell me where the hell you been"
Man, I been dealin' with family, and takin' care of ben
up optics
Throwing everybody here ropes
No not cocky but I am righteous
Not my words
But the Word says so
So intoxicated by the Holy Spirit Its felt in
how we do it on my side of the town (Switch it up)
(This driverrrrr) Aye
Dont stop at all (Like watt)
Empty down by MovieTowne full up by WestMall
the streets and I'm rollin' with gangsters now
Hip-hop is takin' over me, my language, my clothes, my lifestyle
Antioch, Tennessee put me through the school
and confusion
But to feel that rush just once, my young bucks'll go through it
So in essence, they still floodin the streets with the thugs, drugs and the killing
Yeah
It's Feast
Dime broke, nobody fuckin' with me
It was cold in the streets, you packin' the heat
Niggas movin', snackin', bitches look fatigued
I
To all the hustlas that's on the cash grind,
To those we lost to war lookin' for a lifetime,
I do it for the G's, I do it for the streets, this one for
Everything's a work in progress, even my bitches' bodies
Niggas in the streets aim terribly with that full clip
Turn into a marksman when it's time to miss me
Malik and Melquan, my man Hassan
yo shorty what you wearin is turnin me on
takin me, makin me want to bounce wit you
It's alright, we got all night
Ayy, ayy
Bitch, grr
Let's tell the truth, ain't no fakin' niggas really envy me
I'm in the streets like MVP
If it play, we takin' spleen, 4-way ye,
the history books, 'Pac made sure of that
Whatever you took, we takin' it back
You know it's all for the foundation
Outlawz we still buildin' the Thug
blow up in the world
I thank the man every night for takin' me off that furly girl
It gave me the opportunity to raise my son and my community
Cause now
to get popped by a cop?
Who the next n**** in the hood to get shot?
I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped up in bulletproof
N**** on my stomach see -
be the legal tender blue fox in the winter
Say it with me yes mad style in the streets
Bitches that be blowin up my hip with mad reaps
the weak
I'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep
Illuminati? I'm from the streets
Never sold my body, we takin' bodies
Put in work, put in work
Put in
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