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seen niggas bang and bleed on the same block Bop, bop, bop Yea, fuck opps' Just to get gunned down by the fucking cops Niggas that look like Might try
bust and pray Wear a rubber so I live to fuck another day, ayy Ain't nothin' strange, I'm 25 dyin' to change But still I bang wantin' street fame,
I’m from where the hammers go bang Where the thugs slang Where the bad guys walk the good guys get slain It’s a shame it’s just a part of the game
Bang bang, I shot you down Bang bang, you hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, I used to shoot you down You wanna feel loved, I
Wicklow Street, directly across from the college. Her face is shielded by the red hood but I can tell it is a woman by her lithe, graceful, catlike
and bread by systems that were horribly formed A nightmare in Hell street where feds meet with informants Active is the threat , I’m never one to be dormant
Oi Haha, haha, aha, ha, aha, haha Yea Stupid Fix up look sharp Don't make me get the blitz out get dark (woo) Hear the bang, see the spark
Oi Haha, haha, aha, ha, aha, haha Yea Stupid Fix up look sharp Don't make me get the blitz out get dark (woo) Hear the bang, see the spark
Get greeted with heat - better beat ya feet These teflon bullets might make you weak K shots might whoop a nigga across the street So it's SK bitch
Got on my Ski with four deep in the V So don't fuck with FG boy you know we gon' throw (bang bang bang) Don't fuck with DG he gon' let it go Don't fuck
become their lives. The television has so dampened people's anger. The population is mesmerised by the flickering screen And the streets, where
and sippin gin We puff trees, we smoke 'em by the ounce We hit the studio and then bounce We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit Click shit, big figure shit,
and T rowed (Big Syke) We commence to smash, get the cash, that's all we wanted Wid desire expired cause every hood is haunted By killas and jackers, tryna
Yeah, Project Baby These streets took my conscience Glee Sniper Gang These streets took my conscience Yeah, everybody with me on that same
on all these streets Tell me, which man are you? Do we gotta sell dope Or bang them hammers too? Do you got to prove it All for the cameras too? Black
we masked it Y'all best be defeat and be discreet Catch the hot heat from across the street Take me in the dump schools that, wanna push me
In my headphones Homie I bang a little bit of Big, little bit of Pac in there In my headphones Keep me a little Hov, little Face, little bit of Nas
send you Flying across the room I'm something like a street sweeper But without the broom I'm the one that ghost tools I'm the one that's breaking news
the weak I'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep Illuminati? I'm from the streets Never sold my body, we takin' bodies Put in work, put in work Put in
the weak I'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep Illuminati? I'm from the streets Never sold my body, we takin' bodies Put in work, put in work Put in
we masked it Y'all best be defeat and be discreet Catch the hot heat from across the street Take me in the dump schools that, wanna push me
leads them towards Bethlehem. The Wise Men enter the gates of the sleeping town and make their way through the deserted streets. A dog snarls at them.
Uh Smoke some'n, bitch Yea nigga, we just ridin' by, nigga Swang 'n Bang, you know what I'm sayin'? From Denton, all the way to Brownsville All
me rollin' in the Ghost, Patrick Swayze Travelin' all across the coast for this gravy Buyin' gold by the pound, I upgraded I came from lil' Mexico,
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