Lyrics:
{Ladies move like you just don't care)
This is Royce Five Nine, My streets, So Please
(Everybody Throw ya hands in the air, Cause)
We live forever (What)
my rhyme and get the hell away
Just last week when I was walking down the street
I observed this lovely lady that I wanted to meet
I walked up to her
my son and my daughter
[1] - If you had twenty four hours to live just think
Where would you go?
What would you do?
Who would you screw?
And who would
isn't
When you raised up, where I come from, make it out is a blessing
Cause half the cats, where I come from, don't ever learn they lessons
My first
form of pain
I'm ready to eat, ready to hear my name spread on the street
To the point where I don't talk, my trackrecord speaks
To the point where
from the city where that sun don't sleep
It's time to get live because the terms is breached
Ride the wave like the world is a beach, learn more I
(Uh)
No matter where you're from
I'm not the one you wanna mess with
Original, Willie style, livin' lavish
Private jets to let my shorty shop in Paris
And no one ever died
Nature herself lasts forever
So why why not you and i
I'm gonna dance down the streets with a lady so fair
I'm gonna sing to the sky
can't hold my stick
You think I care if they get mad? I don't owe them shit
want to hold sumthin' hold my dick, nigga
1 - We might be from
as Dua Lipa
Where the fuck my pen go?
Second fiddle to weirdos
You feel like Eddie Winslow
Street Fighter like Birdie
Keep a stick like Rolento
Did you win
Titos automatic flow, T.A.F.
So pretty New York City
Yo, step in my shoes, let me take you on a path,
Through the streets of New York, where dreams
you can tell by the way I roll shorty that I'm a ladies man
a business man
condos down the shore
multi million pension plans
but it aint in my plan
Marley used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full of stones
He nicknamed me
line like private events in airports
And live by the code I'mma bust mine
Word, tunes, start shorty while I got a tongue in my ear
Don't get a stain
form of pain
I'm ready to eat, ready to hear my name spread on the street
To the point where I don't talk, my trackrecord speaks
To the point where
a place to rest
Until I got that Thug Life tatted on my chest
Tell me
Can you feel me? I'm not livin' in the past
You wanna last? Be the first to blast
the street
Where they never judge a brother by the shoes on his feet,
They welcome everybody come from near and far,
There’s always plenty of room
live in the field where they ain't playing fair here
And I pray that it's my life God spares But I still gotta abide by Steel
Just The way I live
(shit)
Same size as Dua Lipa, where the fuck my pen go?
Second fiddle to weirdos, you feel like Eddie Winslow
Street Fighter like Birdie, keep a stick
I come from a city where the good girls go bad
Where the bad guys are out by day and the money is out at night
Save Her From Lagos
Save Her From
[Notorious B.I.G]
I went from construction Timbs, to Ac's with rims
Flippin mix tapes - to bitches feedin me grapes
Peep my mind state, Big Poppa
I am from the streets where thuggies dyin plenty
Have to be careful if you die before your twenty
I make a vow mi haffi reach before mi seventy
, make it out is a blessing
Cause half the cats, where I come from, don't ever learn they lessons
My first love, even before I had a daughter, or a lady
jingle bell sugar on toast
The fellowship shop is from the west coast
Hey hash and eggs crocodile legs
I'll bring the chronic you bring the kegs
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