Lyrics:
say them Tree Top niggas gon' ride tonight
They say them Grape Street niggas gon' ride tonight
They say them Bounty Hunter niggas gon' ride tonight
They
the streets
And girl you can have him
'Cause I don't need him now
I done finished up the album
Gotta
Shake, shake, shake that hoe
Now watch me
Shake, shake,
the streets of Jamaica
Started at the crib, look how far this shit'll take ya
Ross sittin' on two hunnid thirty-five acres
(I been tryin', tryin', tryin',
blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
let's fuck shit up
Vamos detonar essa porra - let's detonate this shit
Vamos rasgar o chão - let's cut the ground
Levanta mano, então - get up brother
the fade, he can run it
But let yo mans know my brothers ain't witt dat fuck shit
Duck quick, hit em witt da left now he gushin
Stumblin, oh yeah im finna
to keep it small
Got a stash, life is getting harder, I'm applying gas
Future brothers dying on the streets, never thought about it
I took my chances, so we
Mohammed blowing on a doobie like Marley
Babangida wasn't the father of the house
Let's assemble them to answer for they sins
This shit been like this since,
know?
Yeah, where do I go?
Yeah, who do I call?
Yeah, just let me know
Don't wanna do it
Burning my thoughts and I'm smoking a doobie
Fooling myself man
on the street like a sex slave
Get fucked, do a dab for the rep, that his ex say
I been raised up here for some decades
Back then we ain't no people online
Got
Ya By my Kumba linx
The youth grew me
The work I do four em
Add 2 me
Spikes depiction of the Windy City really
Blew me
Coming from A-MC who went to see
saved
By placing my faith in Jesus Christ
The one who arose from the grave
The first concert that I been to
Was the Storytellers
Brothers Incorporated
showed Christology In Layman's Terms
And I got amped
I said this Brother is nice
The way he was reppin for Christ
Shedding light to the masses
When he
and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking box cutter
You heard what I said
know only good for album filler
We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN (2x)
*Royce talking*
You!, Yea, punk ass niggaz, yea we in the streets now too, nigga
Big
The streets will hook u
Or they'll uppercut ya
I've been influenced
By school truants
& righteous students
Obeyed the law
But still victims
Brothers respect me like sheba, they label me the, street diva
Mama mia skilled with the heater
My dumb hoe beaters, my right and left
Got them gum poppin',
made it through my youth
Walking very thin lines, ages seven to nine
That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth
I know the streets
made it through my youth
Walking very thin lines, ages seven to nine
That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth
I know the streets
Okay now they say home is where the hate is
Pulling up, "Hi, haters!"
I know, I've been on a hiatus
Caught up in the lights I've been blinded by
matches
Full linen suit
Next to Lisa Les, some WNBA loot
Slide a few mommies on a plane
Sippin' coladas
Wrote half the album over the
Sands in the Bahamas
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man album)
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man album)
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz
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