Lyrics:
spark, on the streets of New York
I Shaolin strut through the city asphalt, FED UP
Hold ya head up, I'm circlin the block, keep ya eyes up
Wise up
Yo, yeah
Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin'
Yo, spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya
Yo, yo, pinky ring shit, yo
That pinky ring
in
But don't ever quit 'cause soon I'm gonna let you in but see
I don't care what you might think about me
You'll get by without me if you want
up a stretcha'
Problems in life'll stretch ya', ain't got it all together
They say the change comin', but it's feelin' like forever
Oh, I'm on mission,
spark, on the streets of New York
I Shaolin strut through the city asphalt, fed up
Hold ya head up, I'm circlin the block, keep ya eyes up
Wise up
money (uh)
When ya see a boss comin' (yes)
Thought shit was funny
But watch what ya see now (we gon' see now)
Nothin left to accomplish
I don came I
money (uh)
When ya see a boss comin' (yes)
Thought shit was funny
But watch what ya see now (we gon' see now)
Nothin left to accomplish
I don came I
we go!
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flow comin'through ya headphone
いつだって君は奥底で探している
冷めた顔していたって初めから
僕は分かっていたけど
言葉とは裏腹に歪んでいた
y'all, y'all y'all-y'all Y'all y'all
Y'all y'all ya-y'all ya-Y'all y'all y'all
Yo, I walk through brick walls
Fuck around hijack your whole shoppin'
It's me bitches
Show time
Chillin' in my beamer, listenin' to ether
Bumpin' through ya speakers, know I got the heaters
Rockin' don't stop, I
Comin up for the pack
Comin up to collect
Comin up for the check
Comin up for the respect
Comin up step by step
Comin up comin up bet
Comin up comin
the docks
Fuck the ops nigga
I swear to God man ya'll gone hear this through the fuckin' speakers
Yeah
We cruisin' straight right down yo block man we ain't
through your speakers
This one's about the liar and the cheater
Didn't know what he had 'til it was gone
You got the wrong girl
'Cause I got your number
whole squad better duck
It's like switch when I bust
Now you're whole crew is dust
Comin' through my area, I'ma have to bury ya
The real scream team
crib, cars and beepers
Wit hundred dollar sneakers my sounds blowin ya speakers
Burgundy landcruisers chrome rims on blue rugers
Lyrical hollow tip
all say that they're real, I know that most aren't
Boy, you think you're clever, don't ya? Girl, you think you're so smart?
Come with me to another
Chisel like a fever, cool like a freezer (yeah)
Baby, this the truth comin' live through ya speakers
Bounce
[Chorus]
Listen, I got y'all (uh huh)
from the hood
Keepin' bitches, comin' through on visits
You will survive, them weak freaks think you finished
You first time in, you known for poppin'
streets just get something
Protect ya neck cause they comin' for set respects split your onion
Then chop your deck your head tumblin' like gymnastics
Wit' somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rifles
To invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
Compton
Eazy is his name and the boy is comin
Straight outta Compton
Is a brotha that'll smother yo' mother
And make ya sister think I love her
lets just celebrate that we still here and
Whoa
Never leave me alone
Tell em holla at ya boy and cause I'll be comin home
I'll be comin home
Ooh,
the hands of inverted saints
Follow my heart through the threaded pain
Callow man is a sentinel screaming
I see the future, the future is bleeding
Just thought you should know, thought you should know, thought you should know
Oh, by the way, mama, didn't mean to ramble on ya
How's everything
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