Lyrics:
and stiletto, hoe
Some say that I grew up in a wild hood
Not even knowin where I spent my childhood
The voice of panic hittin hard to make you hyper
The rhymes
Growing away from here
Don't wanna break break break
You in shapes of me
Your mouth is telling me don't fade away
But its whispered greed
Beasts are wild
the street, so I know what's up
On these silly games that's played by the women
I'm only happy when I'm goin' up in 'em
But you know, I'm a menace to society
These dramas brought in stress
And the traumas got us wrecked
It made mollycoddlers into thugs
Only thing saving us from death
is prayers by our mamas
I
from corny, come and jump on me,
I'm not small and all, I won't break down a stall,
I drive the ass up the wall,
Nuts and everything are well in
of Jimmy's Mack
Stood a round steel cage
Welded into shape by Slim,
Made out of sucker gauge.
How fine, they cried, now with you inside,
Strapped in there
consider a myth
Rock from south street to one two fifth
Women used to tease me
Give it to me now, nice and easy
Since I moved up like George and Wheezey
This thing right here (yeah)
Is for my peoples in the streets (ha, ha) Swizz Beats (uh-huh)
And this thing right here (Ruff Ryders)
Will get your
one thing's on her mind, she wants to smoke
it won't be long until she's out on the road in the cold
she'll be
Walking the streets late at night
got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's got to have it
Baby, you're
Pete Rock
The flow from the Ghost from D-Block
4 pound â??ell send ya to Esau
In other words, Jesus Christ man
My shit stick together like beans
I've become
The fear of many niggas
The floss of most bitches
The love that runs deepest
In the hearts of street niggas
Raised in the ghetto
By
here in these streets
Running wild
You used to leave a message on my machine
All the time, you'd say
I just called because I had you on my mind
So shoot
it
Yaun take it to the streets let the whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun
do yo' thang
I mean, in them jeans
Yo shape is beautiful
And I'm "For you, by you"
Like FUBU
(B**** you know the name)
Whoo-wee Jesus
JoJo K-Ci
the chance has come at last
To built a better future from the past
In a brave new World
With just a handful of men
We'll start all over again
# Look - Man is
Only snitches need someone to tell
Alotta niggas in the game, hustlin' doin' they thing
Usin' codes on the phone with they usual slang
If you know
the street, go for a run in the back where I live
Get to my crib and not get hit by eight shots in the rib
In no damn world should a mamma’s kid die ‘fore
bombastic, pen ink is toxic
Stay on my job like tubbs and crocket
Not from miami, give a fuck about a grammy
Chill in a camry, with them crazy pakistanis
Up in
Nearly broke dying, until I choked smiling, but I woke finally
In time to see my babies grow, and save my soul
At the rate I'm going I'll shape and mold
nigga
Yo as the blunt hangs low
From my defiant lips
Smoke emerge in the shape of
Halo's the chronic's lit
My hoes are pornographic, flow's orgasmic
Doe
come around
by the time the hypes
taking of his nikes
I know it sound cold
but this bullet put a hole in my soul
?never shorties years stole?
he was only
come around
by the time the hypes
taking of his nikes
I know it sound cold
but this bullet put a hole in my soul
?never shorties years stole?
he was only
And then you go on in into some action
And still I see no changes
Can't a brother get a little peace
More wars in the streets than the wars in the Middle
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