Lyrics:
radio stations say
They not going to play my music
Uh well I'm going to sell it on the streets
In the boot of my car man
A brother has got get to get
to get you
can't no love be in yo heart
by the way fuck these hoes too
you know they just as devious as negros
that ho don't love yo ass
damn fool if you
the A to B to the C, it's easy as 1, 2, 3
DJ, Hi-Tek y'all, Inspectah Deck
Collaborate, break bread with Pete Rock
Donte, Main Flo
I struggle more in tug
the faces of the poor,
But there'll come a time when such overt displays of wealth
Will not be tolerated by the people in the street.
In a sane society
eating right
Ha ha we in this bitch
It's Common and Kanye y'all niggaz know what time it is
Chi-Town motherfuckers DJ Ferris Heavy Hitters What Up?
(let's go)
Five hundred in the back, nigga, ain't no body iller (Haha)
Do it for the streets and the slums from which I came (came)
Got the same wounds,
accompanied by a poo-wop*
I'm just a man, who's walked in on you doing a poo
But the craziest thing, I've fallen in love with you
Piss off
Bridge: Choir
your mom
Pull up in a new car nigga
Moved to a new crib nigga
Yeah I’m a real star nigga
Stars in the ceilings nigga
I don’t run
I walk these
P-Rhymes rich
Dade County, let it do what it do
[DJ Khaled]
Rest in peace to Uncle Al
We The Best
Dade County, let's go
I rep my city
Nigga, I rep my
Where my street disciples, church off in these streets
Call my congregation, church off in these streets
Call me Pastor Young, I came to spread
wordplay
Spit, darts, sharp like a DJ
Keep cuttin' 'em, I call 'em the butcher
See your bitch on the street, but I'ma push up
Bars, lines, verbal
dream, you Dream, We all Dream big dreams)
(I dream, you Dream, We all Dream big dreams)
I'm on top permanently but I stay in the streets (Harmony baby)
rava
12 tens amp along with speaka
With Dj cutin it with a crosvader
Frazerr
All up in that coustic guitar
Gota tell u i neva thought i wud makit this
tell Russell
Yes I knock the hustle
Cause 2 million in lock down
Under federal muscle
Beyond the streets
These kids is always watchin'
Watching
by and lose in tone, keen, unquantized, j dilla'd
as valvedrum, screw'd, dj'd, trade blue mud in whorl
gone blue, all gone off in all this infinite
it
So we broke them off now check what the damage is
Get buck get wild get dirty with the style
We rugged in these streets and we going to turn it out
by me,
Lord I’ve got to keep it moving.
Some people feel like hip hop died,
With it’s pride, skateboards, and skinny jeans,
When DJs stop spinning
years old thugging
Shoot, I said who we, we don't even speak
DJ Cannon blamming in the middle of the street
Come on
I go hard
See me running down
Mindbenda
Yeah the Northside click, rocks the spot
The Forever People, rocks the spot
DJ Street, rocks the spot
To the Roc comin next, time
Was this in them trees
These are the things
They held me vision
Seein' more things
Me and DJ Paul
We got the hook off
We gon' stee
We gon' play
Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance
DJ turn me up, ladies, this yo' jam (come on)
I'ma sip Moscato and you 'gon lose them pants
Then
And ride it, Woo-woo, Here we go now!
[Verse 1:]
Quad City Train comin down the street (Woo-woo, Yeah Yeah)
Stereo loud got you bumpin to the beat (Woo-woo,
Without these streets
The streets are part of me through cobblestones
The street life nightlife
Sewer lines pay phones
Many lives pass by
Crawling all
featuring Project Pat
{Lord Infamous [DJ Paul]}
who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
[folks on the right.]
who the crunkest in
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