Lyrics:
listen then they take it all as a joke
By far the realist song I ever wrote feel like President Maw you should vote
Turn on the tv and I get the mopes
of losing my n****z to the streets
I don't know why, or how, but trouble keep tryna find me
I said I'm so tired (Aye) of losing my n****z to the streets
I
These streets is cold
AC
If it wasn't for his
Mercy
I was blind now
I See
Buried myself in the pages
You steady worried bought wages
This a message for
Am I alive or alone
Am I sad or I'm drunk
She left cause she got bored
I can't feel anymore
Walking in the streets alone
Dark days got me feeling
life
My whole life
I can't find no peace in the streets dawg
Time to let my dogs off the leash y'all
I can't find no peace in the streets dawg
Time
Negrito let the streets know, Moldune got deep flow
Que Rico is what she calls me, usted mi hijos
Where's my equals? Smoking loud like that shit
clean that that shit will fucking sparkle
The months are kinda starting to pass by like days
I feel like I'm in a daze
When I cross streets don't look
Ezra, to meet Sarah and the women of Ward 10, on the street to continue to protest the price of Kosher meat.
V3 Husband
Fanny, are you insane?
These
Soles poundin' the streets, on the daily, quite respecter
Marchin' to the beat, skins to punks, no one lesser
Hooks for the crowd
Melody so bold
all the same
Don't give no fucks, proved i wasn't feelin' you
She for the streets, body count had me like ew
Quickest message ever, Unsolicited
Girl who
it up mm
Geeze, that's enough
Breathe, little bit of ooh
Sleaze, you're in my
Streets, rolling up my
Trees, you got no
Steeze, run along bitch
Leave!
moving
Without molly
Got sand by the ball
I do NOT volley
If you my bish
Then you got shotty
If I kill that pussy
That's my body
What's understood
phone, man, ignoring your spouse
She leaving messages about me enjoying her mouth (stop)
Hey, I'm ready to knock a boy in the mouth
Give me the name,
phone, man, ignoring your spouse
She leaving messages about me enjoying her mouth (stop)
Hey, I'm ready to knock a boy in the mouth
Give me the name,
of the streets
And depending what I'm paying
I could send 'em where you laying
Body snatcher jumping out the Renault
With it in his hand
Had to take a few trips
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The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon blowing a bugle
And leading
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By Xerox in four parts without commercial interruptions
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon blowing a bugle
And leading
in different streets
We all cry the same tears on different cheeks
I got a message from a kid on Monday mornin'
Said he's grateful I responded
to being - deaf dumb and blind
Illiterate to who where what and why
So I ask myself: who am I?
"I was born.."
A native New Yorker on the streets
Known
Illiterate to who where what and why
So I ask myself: who am I?
"I was born"
A native new yorker on the streets
Known for rockin' rhymes to real rough
Fliperacci, the number one fly boy
I done took y'all to the club, I done took y'all to the streets
For to make you think, pay attention, let's go
Hey, when we
Fliperaci, the number one fly boy
I done took y'all to the club, I done took y'all to the streets
Fin to make you think, pay attention let's go
When we
to heart every mention of fire
Take to the street to protest cops fired for shots fired
As if Jesus himself was not killed by the cops
For challenging
It's either eat or get ate, ain't no rules in this shit, you know how these streets play
I keep it on me, gold chains on my neck, bad bitch by my side,
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