Lyrics:
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
On
And spit hot faya Block gots the track on.
(Chorus )
Find me in the light , I'm still by your side
Find me in your heart , Imma need of your love
(Oh, ohh
more than rap
This that project haircut in the cul de sac
This is where ho's ain't front you them boulders at
Meet your quota whenever I put a quote
on the row nigga (put your hands up and shut the car off)
Aight
(Shut it off asshole)
It's off cuh
Ay look at blood and them get jacked by the ones
Nigga
the Motherfuckin Chorus"
Whatever all the arrangements are we gon' go through
Fuck all the laws..
What the fuck was in your mind when you rapped on that track
you on down
It's time we make like we was making tracks for higher ground
I'm always taking chances and got me by on luck
One a few and lost a few,
a couple of Rosarios
DJ Quik and Suga Free on the stereo
I'm the king of the area - barrio Barbarian
Interrupted by my bitch asking if we can go
track
If you're thinking of jumping
Step back
Put your faith on that track... Or join the hanged man pack
Gotta pick myself up before it's too late
I
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
of your fuckin' collar
[Incomprehensible] I know where I be nigga holla
Yeah, she's got the li'l' crib in the secret location
Laced it, put a strip pole in
the ghetto
I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto
I bang out beats by cars and ho stacks
Rap nigga puttin' out rock-n-roll tracks
Anything with wheels,
Breakfast Santana
I remember you at the downtown annual parade
With the bomb squad never packing a grenade
I was hella wavy, your hair was laid
Never
Merecedes wrecked, in the Mobil
That's on the real deal, your credit's off, how you feel?
Give me my meat back, now think back, you sing on four-track
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
tryna buy in
All we gotta do is put the time in
106 and Waterparks when the lights dim
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh
the Machine, break it apart
Might be over your head, but it's straight from the heart
I show my love in the light while why'all hate in the dark
Straight
And like Chicago winds, I was once a Street Disciple
Rockin' every Jordan shoe, Nike put out by Michael
That made me feel like I could fly, sometimes I
by a lesser baby mother but fuck it
We played against each other like puppets, swearin' you got pull
When the only pull you got is the wool over your
mansion that you see boy I got shade
Put me on a track guaranteed I do damage
Imma loose cannon
Yeah, loose cannon
Put me on a track guaranteed I do damage
Lil' bro, stay on your side
Shawty be speakin' a whole 'nother language
She say that Santana not human, of course not
We finna put that lil' boy in
the Bentley with figures, then walk in the strip club
They can't put the ones down
Nigga, tell the whole club that I Glock
Shot for shot, I'ma air at your
your shoulder, watchin' the hall light
You hate when it's a ball right? Ladies this ain't handball
Nigga hit these walls right before I call Mike
In
here for the win
Semenya on track
I'm out of your league
Semenya on track
I'm here for the gold
Semenya on track
A true champion
Semenya on track
Again
from mars,
You can be my venus fly track,
damn your grip tight, let me put it on u slow
And let me speed up at the light,
girl your body look to right
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