Lyrics:
Uh- that's right
Reality check
You know what I mean
Street life's eh
Scorpion yeah uh
When I was young
I use to dream of being rich
Have
Down on New York's Wall Street
They still sell the American dream
Where morals flow like oxygen
From an iron lung machine
Business men hold
keep showin and provin
Play the sideline, waitin for the right time to take mine
Street crime, nickel and dime rhyme
Fuck a peace talk, let the gun
the streets the garbage lies
Protected by a million flies
With roaches so big they got bones
They moved in and made themselves at home
I say nice
Hailie baby, your daddy's busy
Daddy's writing a song, this song ain't gon' write itself
I give you one underdog, and you gotta swing by yourself"
Then
found Grandpa wandering the streets
Whistling Dixie and wearing a white sheet
Letting everybody know He won't be replaced by the Jews
cnd we said
"Oh,
the be-O-N-E see-Town to the D-Town Its a Midwest thang we let em hang to the grees-ound Smokin trees by the P's-ound Blowing big with my niggas, muthafuckas
Yo I rose early mornin, spread my wings yawnin
Vague memory of last night now it's all dawnin
Look down and see dry blood all on my garment
It
[Bizzy Bone]
Give it to em, bring your gun
Give it to em, bring your gun
[Krayzie Bone]
Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
that (Ross)
I rep carrot city out in Vegas (Vegas)
N the matchin' huned thousand dollar bracelet (who)
Mo' guns then the matrix (matrix)
Neo reload
Mother and Father, both proud of the daughter
That heaven had sent them, Feleena was this baby's name.
When she was seventeen, bothered by crazy dreams
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
Street
In July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle
asleep by now, But if
You miss that bus to dream town
Never worry another one is on it's way
I want you to think of
A tranquilizer gun being shot
At you
Lalalalalala
Saw you walking down the street
Holding hands with some other guy
Wearing a sharkskin suit, black patent leather boots
& big brown
And they don't even know
There was something right
There was something
Everyday is a different sun
Blown away by a different gun
Now we're holding
dream
Lived life to extreme
A loaded gun jammed by a rose
The thorns are knots around your head
Your ego cursed you till you bled
You cannot
stars fill the silo
Honey let’s all stay late
Leave your religion like you left Abilene,
Leave your grey guns by the gate
Throw away the thimbles,
Street
In July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle
couldn't tell by the looks on yo' momma face
Now everytime she look at me I see a look of disgrace
She disappointed by the dreams we was lookin' to chase
Motherfuckin' NBA Live (uh-huh)
Guns N' Roses in the five CD changer in every single one of my F5's
Bitch, I'm a top ten scholar (uh-huh)
But you know, I did
but in the hopeless streets you roam
I see the sadness in her eyes
To gather strength she tries & tries
But in her dreams she cries & cries
vase
Two for the price of one
A porcelain vase
Two for the price of one
And dollar store roses
That melt in the sun
Late in the evening
Haunted by your
And the ruthless strife for a grip on life that only the sourdough knows!
North by the compass, North I pressed; river and peak and plain
Passed like a dream I
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