Lyrics:
Bloody naked bodies in the streets stuck with knives
Beaten battered wives strangled, popped out they eyes
Terror levels on the rise, drugs friends
a nine-to-five on Wall Street
When I was an office manager I
Wasn't having the same conversation
In the office that I was having on the block
But I was still
roaming the streets
And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats
Because I'm a ganster having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting
Yeah, yeah I'm, y'all know what it is
Yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm
Yeah I'm
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how
stocks i gave 7 ferda bag
But i aint fussin it aint nothin i know he gone get me back
Because i trust him like a cousin none my homies down bad
They know
Your little boy needs you nigga
Boy you gonna drown inside these streets
Your heart ain’t in it nigga
Ma said don’t let me catch out
There by the corner
(Steel Banglez)
Chyeah
Morrisson
Live by the gun, die by the gun (die by the gun)
But it is what it is if that time ever comes
Because I made
One-eight-seven, two-eleven,
I'm 'bout it 'bout it see yo I'm down to do whatever
Show me money
I'm smooth I'm street smart
But I don't play by the rules,
up the stick and, pick up the stick and go, go
I think he think that I'm sweet, cause I go by
Seven
Wait, Huh, I think he think that I'm sweet, cause I
die by the trigger
Look, I'm so, I'm so (what), I'm so New Orleans
I tried to leave the streets but the streets keep callin'
And rest in Peace to Tokyo
I'm in the streets and the pack callin'
Crash site seven minutes from my house, rest in peace to the Black Mamba
This here goin' to Virginia, got
(JD on the track)
(It's a Leekeleek banga)
My young niggas go 7:30, these fuck niggas they tryna hurt me
This street shit we ain't worried, like
the streets
I guess we reached our peak
Cos now we don't even speak
It's 7:15 and I find you're gone
By 10 to 11 you text
Telling me you're done
3pm I'm
things
Im feeling alright and the birds will sing
One day my albums they be holding
Its the little things that got me by
Orchid street did help me fly
Baby
Amsterdam green where it falls like a leaf
I'm speaking on unwritten laws the code of the streets
I'm not the type of nigga that you bump into
At a 7
Ouu
Yeah yeah yeah
Ahh
Seven with the seven
Seven with the seven
Seven, seven, seven, stop
Ah
Tired of singing 'bout pain that I get through
At this
but he tryna conceal
Savage in me makin him feel
Weak, I'm his achilles heel
7 days I tell him the real
These niggas be slackin
They tellin they girl
I'm feeling great in my seven eight
Looking like I'm selling weight
God is great
I'm feeling great in my seven eight
Candy paint Oldsmobile Delta 88
Its 8pm so I decided to walk down 2nd street
I looked up and I saw my dream girl
I had to say something
I Never knew
Hey baby how you doing
Someone
by them killers, dressed in black, like my status presi
1, 2, 3, 4, haters knockin' at my door, but I can't let them in
5, 6, 7, 8, get them haters
Can't you see, people only have deceit
No love, bitch
Can't get nothing out these fucking streets
Broken souls taken by friends or foes
Deceived by
[Chorus]
Slow down cause I can't take the heat, slow down
(Slow down baby, slow down baby)
It's wicked in these streets
Slow down, cause I can't
Slow down cause I can't take the heat
Slow down (Slow down baby, slow down baby)
It's wicked in these streets
Slow down, cause I can't take the heat
alligator, car!
Game on, till the street lights came on
Crowd out by the Save-On
Paper bags 'round tall cans, talkin' that old manishness like
"Man, when I
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