Lyrics:
somethin' to do with that body (somethin', just shh)
I got the streets on my back (on my back)
Carry it like I'm movin' a body (huh)
I told them to shoot
as men
I wouldn't let me go
I mean, not unless they want a lion loose in the streets
My blade'll cut ya your face'll rupture before I touch ya
Disrespect
we gonna lay up And leave them in the streets
We know you love these beats Pro stream by any means
Together, two of the greatest things You heard
on
Super-sizing that beige back
All white like Gotti said
Ye told me I'm outta here
Mentioned Ye two years ago
Yeah, I got that by the square
(Woo!) And you could
Have 'em coming back for mo' girls
Visualizing the realism of life and actuality
Various managers coming up talking
'bout they got me
But really they
him crazy
White’ll drip on my wrists like
Before you feed the baby!
Tell Smack he need to pay me
You never been crackin’
(swoo-swoo) Cut before he go:
one, one by one
One by one, wi stepping out a Babylon
Then one by one, one by one
Hail King Selassie the conquering lion
Rock stone was my pillow
chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
the whip sound like a lion
Keep a white girl with white girl like ryan
Uh, Shit I ain't baggin, I'm buyin
A lot of these suckas be frauds, lyin
Really
and the white, don't sniff it that shit is a drug
Don't test me my n***a, I'll smoke you and won't get a buzz
The people they feeling my verses, I know that they
a pill for breakfast, Percocet for my back pain
Already having problems sleeping, so I don't touch that Cocaine
Sixteen got my first Benz, nineteen had my
get it on, you know?)
How white is your blow?
(Jigga, Kid Capri, yo) Only, write what you know
(Soundtrack for the streets nigga) How tight is
Uh, check it out, uh
I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee!
Fuck all that pretty shit
Takin' it back to the gutter for you
worst dreams
Victory is still ours
Take it to the streets
On the pavement
All His soldiers
We ain't nothin to play wit
The battles won
He's second to none
shit you betta not forget
Verse Two: Eazy-E
Eazy E's the name feared by most
When, a lil nigga is thrown in the pen
But on the streets there's two
tall never back down
Thats on god never back down
I was in the field with lions trying to focus on my school
I was out of bounds was steady acting a fool
and the White's bro
We don't let shit slide, we a throw 'em 'cause we fight bro
Niggas claim that they ride, huh, do you really?
But when it's beef you run
Clear your plain white mind
The clowns are marching in
Applauding for your sin
The tamers wait for us
We are the lions but mean less
The crowd it cheers
From them jokers who loving that glass cock
Pitching bullets David Price with the glock
Black boys outlined with white chalk
Shot down by the poachers
with a blooded nose
Street survivor or survivor of the streets! (streets!)
And only the strong survive, there's no survival for the weak! (weak!)
I'm back
Back by popular demand
Back on the beats back with the mic in hand
I'm back like your spine
Back one more time
Back to show these rappers
11th that's how we took to the street
Whether government go hear the cries and the pleas
Day after day, city by city
Like wild fire we grew minute by
Surgical stockings marked his and hers
Guggenheim attitudes back to back
With Jewish Baroque
No way street, no way street
Happy to see you, you have
of the phrase paid dues
And if you wanna emcee, you better study the craft
Or you might get cut up and laughed at by some guys that kinda hate you
Now I ain't
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