Lyrics:
streets got back on lead
Beatbox, heat rocks, talk that shit
Plottin', plan it, bakin' inhale
Shakin' no shakin, while makin' demands
A lil' tension in
Uh, yeah, c'mon, Black Rob
Where Black Rob at?
PD world tourer, Harlem horror
We back
Yeah, yeah, yeah, y'all
Thought we was gonna stay away for
still in the back (I got Lil K)
Bitch, I'm posted with
My motherfucking shooter
And if his bitch don't give me head
I'ma do something
Talking on me, yes,
than the
Dollar bills in your salaries
Snapin' these bitches into reality
Cryin' and pain, blind by the chain
Niggas can't deny the reign
It's a shame
vital for the survival of the street's disciple
From the day you were born
Starring out, a young disciple
You had that gleam in your eye
Disciple
goin'
When I back up emotions
All this here, I'm controllin'
When I'm back in the
When I'm back in the streets, on my side, I'm patrollin'
When I'm
the shower
Are stuck in my head
Like "Bring Out Your Dead"
"Breakfast In Bed"
And experience robs me of hope
That she'll make it back home
So I'm stuck
worry, my nigga, get part of the clip
So I got it right back (right back)
By the way, way that it's going down, it's been going up
I can't hold nothing
to do my time
We run game in the ghetto
We gets high in the ghetto
We gets shot in the ghetto
You might get stuck in the ghetto
Lil' Ghetto Boy
this shit like a punt
I don't lay up with that ho, I just dunk
Nigga you just a lil' street punk
Nigga you just a lil' street punk
Nigga you just
neck and wrist, aye
(Lil Boat)
When I pull to the scene
Trailed by some shooters
Young rich nigga livin' wild
All my niggas ruthless
My diamonds
of dreams
Running through my memory
On the street of dreams
You are in every face I see
On the street of dreams
Something's come over me
And I don't
to see them spend a week
Livin' life out on the street
I don't think they would survive
But they could spend a day or two
Walking in someone else's
niggaz pop shit
Yo nigga Noyd what's the topic? Nine pound we rocked in
Ninety-six strike back with more hot shit
Illuminate my team'll glow like,
some time a lil'
Dochi kanbe, cheri, lou vatin a lil jewlery,
Why you mad why you always
Take it out on me why you always
Showing out in front
Lil' nigga finish puberty, grow ya own dick damn
I went from watching time fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising through the streets of Miami in a red
and waitin' at your back door
All this time, how could you not know, baby
You belong with me
You belong with me
Oh, I remember you drivin' to my house
In
Guinness
P.O.W. niggas is found M.I.A.
We move like special forces, Green Beret
Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Shit brand new, back in '89,
the streets and spread like a disease
Neighborhoods infected then misdirected
It ain't no cure and it's hard to correct it
Bless by the most high cursed by
in heat
When I strut down the street I could hear its heartbeat
The sisters fell back and said "Don't that man look pretty"
The cripple
a cutie, we spoonin'
Take it back and take a look at yourself
Take the lesson, put it all in the air
Too many days gone by
Sittin' by the phone, waitin'
Ay Jeezy, wassup my nigga?
Yeah, this ya boy Lil Buddy, what's hatnin, man, I ain't seen ya in a minute
Yeah, man I'm keepin' it hood, my nigga,
dog)
Y'all niggas wanna feel us? (Get at me, dog)
Y'all niggas want the real (get at me, dog)
(What? Rrr, arf, arf, what the deal?)
One in the back
never toss your mind
Never lose sleep, never 'cause you got beat
Never know peace, never when you in these streets
Never give up, never hold you head
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