Lyrics:
Hey small town, how’s it going?
Six feet under, I think that it’s snowing
I tell myself
"I guess that’s why you’re late"
The street's bright,
ain't leaving
No you stay by my side
And I don't wanna take it lightly
Yes I just wanna do it right thing
Cause this might be
The last time you call me
Ridin' round
Thru our hood
In my good
Old Subaru
All this room
Has no use
Has no sense
Without you
At your street
Deja Vú
Thoughts of you
Love
Then the streets getting colder
They said I would't make it no way
I think my heart getting colder, my heart getting cold
Told them I would make it
Niggas thought I got evicted how my
Shit up in the streets
BIG but ain't nothing obese but the feast
I'm skinny cause I'm always on my feet
Gotta hustle
don't know where i'm going next
But you're here by my side
(LAST CHANCE)
By my side
(This is my LAST CHANCE)
By my side
(This is my LAST CHANCE)
By my
Dropped a new record last week
Now everybody Asking
Now that my record is released am I gonna celebrate
Take a break kick up my feet
Not a chance
Lookin over the ledge about to plunge
Take a deep breath in my lungs
Here the street comes
[Blaze Ya Dead Homie:]
This is it, my last step, my last crawl
We gon' be the last ones to let shit slide
Or the last ones you see at night
You're the first one to catch my drift
Let the last man standing try
some Cluedo
Call me Kool Aid Man, the type of shit I'm running through, yo
This shit is my last chance, somebody call Uno
Seeing double visions but I do
skin
Is there a chance
You'll ever change
It's always the same
You're always to blame
Is there any way around this
I can't see
You walked out
the way getting shook
You got to play the game by the book
I fuck around and your life getting took
And last but not least, when you make that money
chance to be, oh
Each night I sing your swan song
I think you're finally free
I will try to do you proud, my dear
Though my body and my mind feel numb
For
Once upon a time
Had a chance I could've moved bricks
Or that loud
But my moms louder
When pissed
So I chilled quick
I gotta rep
And do this shit for
about it later in a verse I curse
Because I'm real with this to keep my shit straight bumpin'
Murder, created by the streets of Compton
Now get it from
Mephistopheles, bringing swords of Damocles
Secret service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy
Abstract raps simple with a street format
Gaze into the sky
girl
You're my little girl
You're my little girl
You're my little girl
Been a few years, and you're a little mini me
You light up the room, loved by all
Brown, jump if you want
I put it on my momma and her very last nerve
Ricky made off everything I deserved
The square root of a kilo is me nigga
The square
to intervene
So much left to see
After you my sights changed
I took time to be me
Thought life was so strange but
Expansive range gave me the best chance
One last chance to catch my breath, But my, heart's out my chest
I see it lying on the street, Here I'm laid to rest
In the most spectacular fashion, I
Once again oughta look into the eye
Being myself, having my pride
No one, baby, is gonna take me for a ride
Burning my bridges, moving at last
Girl
on to memories (I wanna know if we can trust)
Wanna second chance with this love, this romance (yeah, yeah)
Wanna make it last, forget the past, she hurt you
the elders loved by Pigmeat Markum
Called here comes the judge.
City streets created poets who spoke the blues.
Through neatly phrased rhymes they delivered
you call it noise
I?m tearing up shit up like the acorn boys
On 10th street, I got a big freak
Until you learn to speak, realize you?re weak
Cause
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