Lyrics:
resented it,
And people who come to call
Meet her in the hall.
The baby in the guest wing,
Who crouches by the grate,
Was walled up in the west wing
In
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
The first of every tear I'm gonna cry
Here comes the pain, here comes me wishing things had never changed
And she was right here in my arms tonight, but here
raid
Can't see the cage but can't leave the Streets Of Rage
[Street Life]
It's a Shoot On Sight fair, warfare prepared
Arm yourself beware, hardware
resented it,
And people who come to call
Meet her in the hall.
The baby in the guest wing,
Who crouches by the grate,
Was walled up in the west wing
In
resented it,
And people who come to call
Meet her in the hall.
The baby in the guest wing,
Who crouches by the grate,
Was walled up in the west wing
In
resented it,
And people who come to call
Meet her in the hall.
The baby in the guest wing,
Who crouches by the grate,
Was walled up in the west wing
In
for me baby slow it down right here
[Verse 2:]
Call it what ya want it
Ghetto futuristic come get up on it
There's a black up in my sector can I
Got niggaz from the hood, thinkin' shit all good
I'm askin' all y'all, whatcha come around here for?
Got niggaz outta town, tryin' to come and be down
double decker, come from 1, I'm from 87
And I do work undercover like a cop
Stop in the name of Com before I break your arm
Plus I'm down with the U-Ack
for love
Doornail Dorothy was the neighborhood ghost
Baby, I'm dead but I need you
I'm buried right here, and I'll never leave you
Baby
Baby
on
Hit a nigga dead in the chest, like Saquon with the stiff arm
Damn, I'm thinkin' drive bys (yeah, yeah), yeah
Walk ups, run downs, kick doors and lay
own death warrant?
Well, no shit!
What have we got here?
Fucking comedian
Private joker
I admire your honesty
Hell I like you!
You can come over to my
to the median, park it halfway between the streets
So passing by vehicles can crash into it! Ha!
Back to Bad Behaving as I'm back on the beat!
The neighborhood
Leg Arm Head Yea
I Gotta Give It All To You
God Body
This right here from the heart sorry
This for the kid on the block prolly
Growing up without a dad
Come on, gimme a verse
Kevin, you make a mistake you gotta
Start all the way over leave that in there
I like this fuckin guy
'em?)
I said, "When I was a kid, shit
I was raised here" black neighborhood
Carryin' this lady groceries
I'm walkin' but watchin' closely
I wish a hater
through the neighborhood with my homeboy price
Lets get it understood, nigga thats my price
Come through the neck of the woods, you be alright
Cause I'm
right here with me
Take a ride with me
Your right here with me
Come on and ride with me
So sick of the radio
Turn it off
So sick of the TV
Turn it off
smoking
Motherfuckers done come from high crime areas view the police as a threat
And that's some shit you betta not forget
Eazy E's the name feared by
resented it,
And people who come to call
Meet her in the hall.
The baby in the guest wing,
Who crouches by the grate,
Was walled up in the west wing
In
wings!
Words and Music by Sydney Robin, Ramona Marie Witry
Ronald Lawrence & Bonita Ann Andre
blunt make me (uh)
Ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed
Ow, here comes my Shaolin style
True B-A-ba-B-Y-U
To my crew with the "suu"
Yeah, yeah,
blunt make me (uh)
Ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed
Ow, here comes my Shaolin style
True B-A-ba-B-Y-U
To my crew with the "suu"
Yeah, yeah,
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