Lyrics:
legs wobble while she walk away
I'm a legend in this shit
But they won't say that
Till I'm in the grave
I'd rather ride in theses streets alone
Never
Looking like a million bucks! Smelling
Like a brick or raw
Went and bought a yellow Breitling
Cuz these haters piss me off throwin' all
That bullshit
mangle it tangle it
Definitely let people see that I got the hang of it
Pig you gotta try to make a mocery of a city
Who
Pock em n' pock em buck
feel alive (Bounce)
You will be the last thing on my mind (Bounce)
No regrets, do you know what that means?
Well, it’s hot, it’s loud, it’s wild
We
City streets, that's where I learned
Play with fire, you'll get burned
When the heat was on, I turned
Turned to trouble, trouble
Yeah, yeah, C
There's a city
c man on third street
Heavy eyes, and baggy clothes
He walks alone at night
The wind is bitter cold
That's all the man on third street
Corpses rise from the grave
Not the kind that stumble in a drunken daze
They flood your city streets and take it over
Never thought that you could
crazy these crips they'll cripple em slow
He was on the wrong street threw some forks to the floor
Pardon the kid little boy didn't know
That child he was
they're gonna throw it back to you
(Greenday)
I walk this empty street
On the boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I
hands he on his knees it's for a miracle he pray
Tear a family apart he looked a mother in the face
Lie a little tell his mommy that you found him by
relate
And this song tears you
Apart
And the lyrics stay
Trapped in your brain
I hope they leave a stain
Somethings can never be repaired
All
You will never really know until
You've learnt to lead
Never understand until you've sown the
Seed
You can gather information with the
Will to read
John's Episcopal church
Painted Black Lives Matter Plaza
On the street in official ink
That way people would think it was the city's idea
Never mind
high
And its the one thing left in life that never told me
Lies
And its the feeling in my heart, and the tear in my eye
The freedom of my mind
that it'd
Be a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump
So we took the half-a-ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red
hands
He on his knees
It's for a miracle he pray
Tear a family apart, he looked a mother in the face
Lie a little, tell his mommy that you found him by
business
Any city any town - touch down I do my thing
I'm a hustler, baby, I provide by any means
I'm a great conversationist
You should know what I'm about
ending, overrun
As I strive to purify
City streets will calcify
Shaking
Heart racing
No time
For sorrow
Concede
Mortality
My pride
To swallow
They may never
mold, one of a kind
Fat boy witta gold mouth that shine
Hard to touch, sorry to tell you
Boys out here ain't hard as us
I ? And G, part of the streets
hitting stains
the mob life runs through my veins
its too late for me to change
these streets got me deranged
strapped up and paranoid
ready to add
hitting stains
the mob life runs through my veins
its too late for me to change
these streets got me deranged
strapped up and paranoid
ready to add
the spill that will bring a red flood
The Psycho Trio's coming for you
Better run better hide, blood stains in the blue
As soon as you're caught, they will
Only a handful of veterans with stripes on shoulders/ most of us is dying off from the life that chose us/
Watch these streets make you a pawn and lose
Things get froze, when it comes time, chosen ones
Will holding guns, we take flight with no fright
And attack, never fear cause our words is clear
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