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to the roof of his mouth for thirst
they that be slain in the street be better than we that be slain by hunger and thirst
(Yoh) hard world out here
the streets grow worse
Fuck the whole world kid my money comes first
Cause I'm out for the gusto, and trust nobody
If you're not family, then you die by me
on the bus
No crime, no waits, no hate, no drugs
Give a jacket and a job to people on the street"
I said, "Son, sounds like a world I'd like to live in"
deserve to live?
Or am I gonna burn in Hell
For all the things I did?
No time to dwell on that
'cause my brain reacts
Front if you want, kid, lay on your
your kids out like a babysitter
I'm a grown man, but I'm young in the mindstate
Live in every borough but New York my tri state
Test me, you nothing
the white men on the street
Get along, get along, Kid Charlemagne
Get along, Kid Charlemagne
Clean this mess up else we'll all end up in jail
Those
that look for trouble
And live in the street with rank
No better picture to paint than me walking from bible study
And called his homies because he
the beats
With the language of the streets
One love, one mind, one word the kids all follow
One word, one mind, one love the kids all follow
And they're
the streets is hungry goons!
Comin' to a neighborhood near you,
Today or someday soon.
Betta' watch yo' back, watch yo' front,
And watch yo' side to side.
Mack yo' bitch into a coma
Two hoes like Noah of every type
Bitches I kick to curbs, you would make your wife
Twice hit by the gun spit, kid still
of sleeping
For twenty-two years my mum was doing the cleaning
Dreaming that her kids would have a better life
Go in bed at night, struggling with getting by
Will I return to the streets around here again
Or will I wonder forever about what could have been
Wrong time, wrong reasons, I'd be running away
Welcome to the meth lab, listen, it's time to cook
Not confessions of a video vixen, we by the book
Start the fire, I can tell what you thinkin' just by
whoever gets his first
It's going to kids dirt
My soldiers be cold blooded vultures
And cold blooded
Yo on the street we control hundreds
I drink polatas so
gotta go abort it yeah
This that gang street trap rap
Like a kid in the streets with a snap back
Selling weed to the fiends with the loud pack
where we live
Ghost ride in the kid
Glide by cuz the lights all green like
Jello
Exhaustion is not an option at all
We just a hop, skip, n' jump from
This how it is by the corner store
Gotta get it how you live by the corner store
In the field, By the corner store
Keep you still
Niggas kill by
Codeine needed
Oxycodone addict
Boy I'm team no sleep
I dont need no mattress
Let my young nigga smoke him
I dont need no matches
Live by three P's
or Tommy sprays
Kinda violent
Angelic when I'm writing
I meant flowin
All this pressure, never folding
Told y'all that I'm going in
Let's flip the script
god please, watch over my empire
Major deals on the table still I live violent
But dear god please, watch over my empire
Streets feel I’m finna be
the world can't hide
Genocide niggas killing up they own kind
Murder, murder
Is something that I can't help
I even had to ride on some niggas by myself
I live
kids to grown men always got it on our own n shit
Addiction took my mom resulted in sleeping in the coldest whips
Heart was in the streets cause we ain't
choice can squeeze you in places
We was kids and naive till we tainted
In these streets all we seen was the banging
So what you think when grow up be
[Puff Daddy]
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there,
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