Lyrics:
out of every door?
No, it's just on the street where you live
And oh, the towering feeling just to know somehow you are near
The overpowering
the Gaza Strip
You know where all the monsters is
Street walkers
You don't see no consciousness I'm coming back to where
The core of the problem is
We
second chance
No, no, no, no, no
There are lasses getting trouble on their own home beat
There are old folk battered in the open street
In this city
You can't help but prosper
Where the streets are paved with gold
They say the oil wells ran deeper here than anybody's known
Now I packed up on my
I'm in Hollywood came from Kingston Food
Shorties standing in the streets with tools
Where I'm from we don't play no games
Ain't no April fools, you
lovers
We've become public enemies
We walk away like strangers in the street
Gone for eternity
We erased one another
So far from where we came
With
soul I holla back at this creo hoe
She from the N-O but she never told me N.O so
We hit the spot to chill where the food get grilled
She order
In Scarlet Town, where I was born
There's ivy leaf and silver thorn
The streets have names that you can't pronounce
Gold is down to a quarter
soul I holla back at this creo hoe
She from the N-O but she never told me N.O so
We hit the spot to chill where the food get grilled
She order
rope no where to go
And you gave me
No where to go (and you saved me)
I was down and out 2
I was doing drugs 2
I was running the streets 2
Never
do)
I'll be waitin' (I gotta run the streets, you know?)
You can run the streets with your thugs (I ain't no clean-up, woman)
I'll be waitin' for
On the street
Where you live
Are there lilac trees
In the heart of town
Can you hear a lark
In any other part of town
Does enchantment pour
Out of every door
No
You taught me how to live
In the streets of shame
Where you've lost your dreams in the rain
There's no signs of hope
The stems and seeds
clutched the money from the sky.
She must have been at least a fathom high.
She works the forty second beat, on forty second street,
With all her golden
Paul Rosenberg'll go
The height of my game is like a DeMar DeRozen vertical
No one understands me, only one sicker than me is 'em
I'm into DMC, runs
an attempt at getting close to where he came from.
In the doorway of the stars, between Blandford Street and Mars;
Proposition, deal. Flying button feel.
your heart go
And no, I neva let your
Remember we was just sixteen
Mind on one thing, gotta be street kings
Now we numb like morphine, to the gunplay,
I'mma make this brief, like about 30 seconds
My DJ, gets all of his respect in super crazy blending,
So he can sound groovy
And it can only be
quarter, and no quarter do we give
We're right down the street from the street where you live
They mutilated his body and they took out his brain
What
You taught me how to live
In the streets of shame
Where you've lost your dreams in the rain
There's no signs of hope
The stems and seeds
bullshittin'
AR hit your truck, got your hood flippin'
Feet by the engine, head by the transmission
Yeah, and I be right where I am, mister
Me and my damn
bullshittin'
AR hit your truck, got your hood flippin'
Feet by the engine, head by the transmission
Yeah, and I be right where I am, mister
Me and my damn
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
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