Lyrics:
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Game that said fuck fame
You the 5th nigga in The Beatles
You the 10th nigga in the Wu Tang
So nigga let yo' nuts hang"
But they can't handle it, I
…
Yeah
Han han han han
Oueh
Yeah
Han
We bulletproofed
You can't shoot us
Hold it hold it let them come
I'm that nigger
That boy Denis some they say he
Forever?
Do you know where you're goin to?
Do you like the things the streets it's showin you?
Do you know, you Can't Hustle Forever?
God, please I
Bet you can't breath hoe hoeee
I know
I know
Rules of the street code
Pull up on me
Let the heat go it go
One two shot
Bet you can't breath hoe hoeee
crackers, Jews!
If there's hell below, we're all gonna go!
Nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga, please
I'm treated like a fuckin' disease
You say, why do I
(streets)
I been crossed out by my own brother (woo, woo)
Ain't no rules in the street don't trust 'em
Ran it up and I had to go buss it
Police 'bout
Timberland boots, Air Force
And shell-toes
Who the f*** is them?
If I gotta pay to get in the club
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn
The street volume up
I can't get
And I'll never have
Dare I ask for
Certain closures
And convictions
To a lie
With such hopeless
Needs and longing
I will let you
Pass me
V128 Woman 3 Finkelstein
By the way, I’m 54, age discrimination I won’t ignore.
V130 Fanny
Go on Mrs. Finkelstein, you have the floor…
V131 Woman 3
on the otherside tryna get that done
I can't ramp with them man there they useless
Always full of excuses all I know is let's go and do this
Link the scholars
The game on freeze
But I be trapping in and out it
You gotta believe
That there ain’t no other way around it
I can’t sleep but pray to God
That he
Submitted by Rene
TEET:
I've seen my friend go ride you
Host away the pills
My evil bedroom is my carving wheel
Jo Mister Join the scene
It ain't
loaves of bread"
Now lookie here
There's too many brothers that go by that
Now I want you brothers to dig where we coming from
Set your mind
Right
I won't let these haters kill me
Getting high even though it might derail me
And I won't ever let these bitches see the real me, do you feel me?
BC park used to be link up, now when we link up we both gotta let bang go
Tj summers ain't lie tho'
I used to ram on the hood it was cool and fine
When I die
Fix that tie
See man that's why you can't go over there
That' why nobody has and that's why nobody ever will
One kid did and no body ever seen
it loose up in here, go crazy
(Let me see you nod ya head)
The way you're bouncin' and shakin'
I know you're feelin' me, so get up out ya seat
Come
If we are torn apart, can we just let it go?
If we got lost at night, can we just drive home
Don't let me down the street alone
Would you believe I
Timberland boots, Air Force
And shell-toes
Who the fuck is them?
If I gotta pay to get in the club
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn
The street volume up
Stone
When I go and hit that Zone
I said let's go
My feet a Blaze
When I beat the streets and stage
I'm back in it
Crack limits
Beat you down
Better act
Meanwhile, I stay waitin' by the phone
Hopin' I get the call, tellin' a nigga that you home
What?
Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies
I ain't tryin' to win, I'll do some other shit
I respect you for that more than you'll ever know
I had issues with niggas, you told me, "Let it go
Prices risin' by the minute
Tell me, you want Biden in it?
Mask required, I don't go get it
I am not complyin' wit' it
Got that drive, don't try to rent it
I'm watching street lights whipping by
One of them nights I could swear this ain't real
I'm home, hands off the wheel
Just let it go; let it fly
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