Lyrics:
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Gee-gee-geyeah
Baby, watching, streets
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Live from Brooklyn
Uh-huh uh
The streets is watching
Check it, check
the six someone gets shot, ain't nothing new
Don't test my G man I'ma come circle your block with my crew
Ain't gon' hesi' I know three you know I'ma shoot
want a simple life, a happy life
Two plus kids, a loving wife
Until sliced by the reapers scythe
I'll aim for peace, I'm too precise
Realized
WE SLcY
By: John Destacamento
cll day, no play, we slay, get pay
cll day, no play, we slay, get pay
Verse 1:
Hanging out at the coffee shop
Got
and round again
Shutdown man a get fined in the street by the cops now, masked up gloved up
looking like a robbery going to the shop now
every single
down, bust down
Bust down, bust down that lil' pussy (ooh)
Only if they knew, I drip 'bout the crew
I drip by these fools, I do what I do
Nike,
jacket
As I rock the mic stand
Calls from the phone box
Meet by the shops
No one talked about getting shot
We thought vinyl cost a lot
At three pound
been soft
1 2 3 2
Young nigga
Too cool
I be gettin money since high school
Pullin out whips with the whole crew
Young cuz stay true
Unionville all blue
spot
???
Give you more of that swamp dog thing you been lookin
??? under your foot on the floor
Have faith yall shouts tha funk that stank
That pumps
planned to do
She said son, are you coming by?
And I said well mom, you know I'd be pressed for time but
I'll phone you in a week or two
I was driving
the market's
Swiftly move to mark it show the world W.H.O the mark is
I'm similar to where started
I mean Ive got a Woo hand
First reports it's not spread by
a drink or two
I pay attention, I can listen too, you say he fucking who?
Fresh out the shower, let me smell your hair
Garnier Fructis got my knees weak,
the blocks I'm on
And everybody want to know where the kid go? Where he rest at?
Where he shop at and dress at?
Know he got dough, where does he live? Is he
out and use gun like shield
The crew is worldwide, to think we started from the Hill
Beware, of quiet niggaz layin in the cut (for what?)
Intro
The number one set and sound...live! Ghetto Music. Produced by
KRS One.
Widdy bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
Widdy bye bye bye bye
When you come to down me playa please don't miss
'cause that don't do nothin' but get my trigga finga pissed
If I live I live, if I die it's cool
'cause
on the weekends
Only text back when ya creepin'
I ain't a fool
This game is for 2
We had the time of our lives
Not counting the minutes
Or hours
Rose petals die
nothing to loose.
I just popped a pill, and it was blue
30 milligrams, I took two
Bad bitch I fuck them all the time by the two
And you know I'm always
Outta state strips would have to be basic
98 percent shit they could fiend brain shit face it
X1 no doubt I'm way sick
I need weed spots at least 2
Insane Clown Posse!
ICP! About to take you way back! Way back that is, to vernor!
Posse, Yeah!
Me and Shaggy 2 Dope
In the home away from home
In
to disagree
Six songbooks written
By the time I was fifteen
Born in the middle class
Success never guaranteed
I used to wonder why
The older folks never made it
for the ride what it do
Only keep one or like two in my crew
Pocket it's sticky it's sticky like glue
忍び They know me they coming right through
Only
haters like protons
Art of conversation rapping to my destination
I don’t see no expiration pass it to next generation
Live by them then you die by them
a Lyft I don't use apps I hit up Sav
And he pull up the Porsche
Never knew two brothers both have songs get on The Source
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