Lyrics:
minimum wage
I went in a rage packed the mack 10 and the gage
In the streets I seen more action that nicholas cage
Buck one for my niggas locked for
the piece in the glovebox he could not see
If it's not too late, I'll come by
Tell him I want that sticky green
Now if not he won't come back alive
Take
How else could you capture the world
If you don't attack from the back
To the million march
(Yo, Snoopa Donna, what?)
[Chorus]
When I pull up
a whole notha subject,
Man they just talkin bout it, they just talkin bout it,
And i'm on the streets with it, i'm on the streets with it,
See from where i
You can get crunk in the club
Roll wit your hood
Get stomped in the club
Or you could get buck in the club
Get fucked up in the club
Nigga we don't
(yeah eh)
And the clubs go buck but the tings real bad (yeah eh)
Blah blah, blah blah, I'ma still buss back (yeah eh)
On a bus to the East but they
leaving my stick if I'm bussing a move
Paid some change spent a buck one da shoes
Ain't no breaking the code but don't play by the rules
Man they hate when
When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical,
woman and man
God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It
week, some gyal ah
(Freaks!) Freak, some gyal ah freak ah di week
Buck a likkle gyal by di name Martanik
Where me buck di gyal a East 21st Street
a plot that's diabolical
Walking out the hood on a better things, that's the pinnacle
I planned this goal back in high school when niggas ridiculed
must know the price finna go up
I swear these fakes ass niggas do anything for some bucks
These niggas aint fuckin with us
I used to sleep on the floor
war in Middle East
Like mice teased by cheese
Then squeezed by self greed
Live in the city of sins
You need Gs to stay breathe
He kills the weak legally
Moon coming through the pines, cranking up a country song
Heaven right by your side, and a Saturday night barely hanging on
Sun shining through
of Hearts
Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs
Lily had two queens she was hopin' for a third to match her pair
Outside the streets
so my soul
is a threat to all mankind. Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature, 'cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers. A
30.06
the eagle
On a buck and truck
And if I'm down
How to get back up
Just survival kid
And it's a struggle worldwide
I'm positive
Shit the ghetto might as well
Be
to the medal 'bout a buck 85
Mr. 17-5 slow head well I drive, what's up
I got the streets on lock, Atlanta on my back
I do it for the hood, you got a problem
[Chorus: x4]
[Kurupt]
Yeah
The streets is ran, by heats and mini vans
Invading the spaces, chucks and fat laces
The "I Don't Give A Fuck" committee's
won't let em down
Street kids, scugnizzi (SKRR SKRRR)
That's my town
You can have a pizza
For less than three bucks
If you spend more than ten
You know
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
Keep some killers by my side
Do this shit worldwide
Keep some killers by my side
Do this shit worldwide
I’m a lover, and a fighter
Gangsta
need to check the clock, the streets'll time ya
The suspect witness, don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back tonight
(Suspect
All by myself in this fucked up game (Yeah)
But I was taught to stay away from these fucked up lames (Facts)
I got caught up running the streets
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