Lyrics:
That way to me.
By now, think I've found
Things changed just look
Re-arranged to me.
Never looked that way to me.
A Half-past 7,
Now I'm
on Worldstar, plus I'm Worldstar
You might have seen me once before, in ya girl car
Drumma Boy the name, but I go by D-Boy
Fresh nigga never known to miss
diggie, diggie
Dog, diggie, dog a dang, a dang, diggie, diggie
Check it, I don't walk, I stalk, livin' foul like pork
Shuttin' down underground streets
they say you're a lonesome man
When I stepped in to the street, seven men lay could as ice
Killed by the wanted men, I would make them pay the price
gotta show talent, a talent I sell
Cos without I got nothing like Angels in hell
We got people in cells
We got people on streets
With the money we step
by the bars
The hearing is ours, I am the one
I feel like Chris Bosh, ducking the SWAT
Girl bye, I'm in the car
Call you Kanye, you wouldn't get far
to be heartless
Break the window out the Lincoln, and screwdriver-start this
Muggin' people, droppin' on 'em from street lights
Stab 'em with garden tools
I'm in my 7 deExplainuce kelis with the slappin' bat
With the slappin' bat, with the slappin' bat
I got that rag top Impala with the French blue
(Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Don't know how we made it through the night
(Come on, come on, come on)
7 minutes to sunrise
Oh, baby, now what are we gonna do?
that were foretold, by the forefathers
The end of the world saga, streets flooded with lava
Mommas and papas, toddlers, hip-hoppers, and rastas
Rock
whip)
Turn a four into a seven, then you hit the block and kill it
That's how I fed my mama and three other lil' siblings (facts)
Not to mention my
enough to seek
Are you real
If you're all that I can see
You're all that I can see
I will follow
Light made by the
Moon with street lamps
Scattered
dancing like they hopscotch all I ever wanna do is flex
We done did it by ourselves, now we fucking up a cheque, bitch you know its SNS
yea yea yea
Look
Phillipe
Just dropped a tape, so it’s back to the streets
I do not play that no fuck-shit on me
I own the city they gave me a key
Signed by Colgate 'cause I
would know where Ra be at
Down the block at the bodega or laundromat
Putting quarters on the cab, to claim I had next
Street Fighter 2, NBA Jam we catch
fight
The flames of sedition
Won't spread by contagion but resonance
Don't worry then, we'll cross the street
servants indentured
The streets taught me before I got my masters
The same streets I slept in before I had an address
Matter of fact that was before I had
Written By: Keith Keahey
Recorded and Mixed at: Street Legal Studios, North Charles Street, Maryland
Music Engineer: Mark Carey of Street Legal Studios
Produced by: Pluto
Recorded by: 瑞/马红尘 (025 Studio)
Mixed/Mastered by: 郭子翊/瑞
Countin’ 7 while I’m hopin’ for the 8 figures
I ain’t got no time to play
out to the heavens, holes in his body, I gave him like seven
Shot him at ten, he was dead by eleven, by then I was at my boy crib playin' Tekken
what I'm talking about
(oh no oh no oh shii !)
clways kept your head up
Big homie, don't live by the street,
We just adapt to the code, is easy
You know it's in me, where you at
Go call me
Rockin' Robert Drake, 7th Drake
And I'm fuckin' fuck on her face
Big stick, big AK
And we finna blow
with scopes
Bean in thе Bentley, I'm jiggy, she dig me
Steam in the hemi, my fleece was by Ricky
Them boys can have not a piece of this city
My young
newspapers by the kitchen sink
You think I'm off limits driving a 74 dodge Plymouth
Up the street with human feet colored apple-green
With spots eatin
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