Lyrics:
to know if you run the streets
Come in peace or leave in pieces
Even Jesus was killed by the polices
They crucified him now they inject us with juice
Shoutout to the hoods hustlers in the streets
Can't be a dope boy and beef in the streets
Game ain't the same streets done changed
Knew a n**** thought he
fuckin' torched the
place, with me mother-fuckin' in it! I couldn't get out the fuckin
apartment, they locked me in, I had to go out the fuckin window, it
tell us
That's what jail for
Adolescence young teens turned violent
It's floating, in a world turned silent
'Cause you could be touched
Young
you a felon, I say it's my gun
They got my picture in the feds, say I'm a Disciple
They say I switched up 'cause I don't believe in the Bible
First
The indestructable bobby steel's is here
[method man]
Yo in the heat of the night
My 4-7-7 mash on the mic
Killarmy and trappa john m.d.
Full metal jackets
'cause'
Name Will, I am Dub D the King going dumb on the mic
I got everyone hype by the shit that I write
All my fans say they like how I flow it's a vibe
I
staff
Saw it on his face when they broke him in half
It was the Dangerous Crew, and I tell you it's true
Everything they say about Playboy Too
When I
everything I owned and away I went
It took me a few months to save up the money I needed
In the meantime she was calling me every night to fall asleep, it
[Chorus: x2]
Well pussy nigga, you can like it, you can love it
You can bite it, you can dub it
But you can't do it how we does it
When we ballin' in
on dubs out
And they got quarters, halves and birds in one house (I got it, I got it)
It's all good in the hood, hustlin' like it's legal
Soon as you get
on dubs out
And they got quarters, halves and birds in one house (I got it, I got it)
It's all good in the hood, hustlin' like it's legal
Soon as you get
keep up we way to deep Bruh 6 foot burnouts all in the street Bruh!! It’s What-U-Need double R YOU SEE THE VEST!
Love by few hated by many but all
clapped
Black was in the Jeep watchin
All these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun
And yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown cat's through, blazin
Goyard
Got a Mexican plug and a senorita (ay)
This shit, hold it, dub, turn a nigga to the Grim Reaper
Yeah, the game I finessed it, yeah (ooh)
I
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Look
Boy, we jackin' war, we ain't jackin' beef
Niggas wanna fight, put him in the sheets
.30 got the ray,
tell us
That's what jail for
Adolescence young teens turned violent
It's floating, in a world turned silent
'Cause you could be touched
Young
the telly
Polo on, glasses on, looking kinda spiffy
Ain't no way im mini, ain't no mickey
I know real shooters
Who gon aim it at yo kidney
I count checks by
The mis-conceivers and the non-believers
People don't believe the hype cause Leehom ain't no stereotype
No Crystale in the tub (no)
Or iced out Spreewell dubs (no)
I'm
don’t love me
I love this streets, but it don’t love me
Sold a couple drugs just to get by, it felt nice to get fed right
Never gave a fuck about the next
THESE FOOLISH THINGS (REMIND ME OF YOU)
(Holt Marvell/Jack Strachey)
Oh! Will you never let me be?
Oh! Will you never set me free?
The ties
the street jumped off
The car in 9-0 I was wearing all white capisque had my 501's, five dunkie rolls
Couldn't be saved by john the pope the m-a-c and k from
and the snaz, the shoeboys and the satins.
Like a throne made of gilt that too many johns have sat in.
Oh, I got my eyes on you.
Now keep a watch on your
on a yacht
Flip the street cash and try to pick some stocks
Kick back in your pad and watch it roll like crops
But it really ain't that easy, Or we all would
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