Lyrics:
son around on weekends
Three-piece special with his name on the shirt pocket
'Cross the street from the projects
Anthony planned to rob it
Stuck up
One, two, three
Falling James in the Tahoe mud
Stick around to tell us all a tale
Well, he fell in love with a Gun Street girl
And now he's
the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I
(intro)
one two three four...here
(verse one)
Up in the Bronx where the people are fresh
There was one Dj who had to pass
long nights
Pact in the sun, slum and skyscraper meet
Billion dollar penthouse and people on the street
Pact in the sun shade by foreign debt
appreciate you stoppin' by"
Said, "I ain't askin' for a dime just a minute of your time
An' your name here on the dotted line
Could you sign my petition?"
every day
Get to bed by three
Oh, take good care of yourself
You belong to me!
Be careful crossing streets, ooh-ooh
Cut out sweets, ooh-ooh
Lay off
Hangin' out with Lars down on 6th street
He knew I was in trouble
I was feeling much like the devil
There was something burnin' deep inside of me
at the close of day
Oh, bury me not and his voice failed there
But we took no heed to his dying prayer
In a shallow grave just six by three
We buried
John 3 16?
For God so loved the world, every one packs an M-16
Says the girl to the fiend (uh-huh)
So in the streets, the product must be clean (uh-huh)
at the close of day
Oh, bury me not and his voice failed there
But we took no heed to his dying prayer
In a shallow grave just six by three
We buried
for peace
'Cause everybody's doomed if the killings don't cease
Street homicide, war, it's all the same
'Cause murder is murder by any name
Politicians
street
Compares with Mott Street
In July?
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by.
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy --
and Hamm'
Er, Murder the streets I'm a wanted man
(But the flow's like dope) So it's on again
Started with the block, hit it brick by brick
Then I charted
street
Compares with Mott Street
In July?
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by.
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy --
the angels from the sky did ride
Three kings up on the streets of Gold
Three fireballs on the muddy side
The club queen heard her husband's call
But
gallon
Of laxatives by accident just to shit on you has-beens
Had it been for my past tense, I wouldn't be rapping
See these streets made me, broke me
of the street
She said "I would if he'll handle biz up in the sheets!"
Pop off like a thang thang
He keep keep
And every time that she bang bang
He skeet
I fuck three best friends
Ran on all three the same game
In these streets I'm a murderer
I got three alias names
I'm three times insane
Three
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball (So So
time?
Niggas on the playground wanna know what's happenin', you left em hangin' man, what the fuck?
Little Boy Blue is outta Folsom
Now them three
end of the street
Cross in the night, invisible to the electric eye
Sippin' on a little Night Train
Slippin' into the car to stay warm
Sleep by
in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry
in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry
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