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to my truck
Hit the shore 'cause I'm faded
Honeys in the street say, "Monty, yo we made it"
It feels so good in my hood tonight
The summertime skirts

walkin', the BBS rims flossin'
The beat walk in, harassin' the street walkin'
They keep talkin', like the Rebel might slow up
They set me up to go up,

I'm sorry Lord
Way, I said I'm sorry Lord

It's uncopyable, little they know they can't copy me though

Yeah
Francis FLy and Stocky H
Put the signature

to be blocked by the rock
And the pain
Hold me up and carry on
When I was in the wrestling profession
I'd oversee every single confession
They're coming

bump into 
They call me by my name
It almost feels as though 
I never even left this town
Been so long, since I've been around

My girlfriend lived

maps
But from me to you
You might be far
I mean i be posted in places
Where you can't walk
You can pass by
See shoes wrapped
Around power lines
Where

so I'm never alone
Loyal to the streets but the streets never been loyal to me
You'll never know when your death day gone be
Yeah I made it out so they

the street where we all lived
Controlled on every breathing
By the one we're readers
Close your eyes, knowledge is right way to take
On the fight we're going

the street where we all lived
Controlled on every breathing
By the one we're readers
Close your eyes, knowledge is right way to take
On the fight we're going

it somehow
Now I'm much older and time passes by
Maybe the truth was a lie
When we were younger we lived for the day
They seemed much longer but

been for them
For my mom to leave the streets of
Havana where our neighbors were our
Friends, where we gathered every
Holiday to eat
Pork and my

I don't know where God is, but The Devil's in New Orleans

c land of sin and black gold fights a never-ending war
The deities once lived there, but

won't die today
Tell a hater to get out the way ( Move! )
On my momma I didn't go a stray
But they're calling me King Of The Streets

I haven't lived in

In the laid back California town of sunny San Raphael
Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake you probly knew her well
Shed been stoned fifteen of her

Recycled Assassins

Xzibit

40 Dayz & 40 Nightz

1998

nobody saw shit 'cause it's not
Cool to brake the rule of the code of the streets
Niggas frightened by the visions of the blood on the sheets
And it's deep

they said they Would
Everybody still lived by that Golden Rule
Now a days it's real loud bass
Low rider Trucks and
Crack Cocaine
Wonder why I miss my

A trooper tryin' to make it better
For me and mine, within my time
So when they take my lifeline, don't trip, I lived it to the fullest
And made every kind

by the lights
The perfect vibe the girls had smiles I swear we were hypnotized
Had a night out on the town with a crew we just got to know
We lived

The presence of authority forced them to lay low
They wore gasmasks and lived underground
Since the civil war and brought numbers down
A General by the name

I follow grab da brew and take a swallow
I've been livin on da streets since da age of thirteen
'cause I wuz sick of being raised by a dope fiend I so

and where they stay dressed in all black   
I hear they say that jacking dead I'm here to bring the static back   
You the type to get yourself killed and get

Deep Inside [stargate radio mix]

Mary J. Blige

Deep Inside [12"]

1999

on the streets
Ain't know where your heart at, look inside
And you'll find a entertainer, one of a kind
That's way ahead of her time
Take a look

{Mary}
Oh I need

a letter
Took a plane the next
Day e-ay e-ay e-ay

In those long narrow streets
Not corrupted by time
She could merge with the history
And talk with those

disappear
Find myself wondering where you could have gone
Wondering why youre not here
Walking the streets by myself
Fresh from a late winters rain
Swollen