Lyrics:
sitting in a a booth full of pity damn I should have made a milli by now
The name is forgotten
But the music is sung. I will live my last breath for no one
hands and feet
Blood dripped
On the street for me
No retreat, No defeat
I can't be beaten
I roll with the beginning and the end
In him I live
Move
Young kid'll live by goldie advice's
Pimp hoe's that come across so righteous
F*** though, promote on the Rolley ices
Yo, that's why my jewelery
were loved by your family and adored your precious son who now is forced to live his life without his father at such a young age, only 4 years old.
You
like the crowd laughed at Carrie
Black lives matter, true - I agree
But before all that we gotta have unity
This is when they know not to mess with
We've been dispatched by God, sent to warn these wolves of His wrath
But they wanna put a sock in it, because we're mismatched
Since we have been
refuge in my total|despair. I have only the music of the waterfall to comfort me now. I can no longer live|under the control of the Federation, but there
(What you gon' play now?)
Get on up
Get on up
Get on up
Get on up
Every ghetto got a different name, but they all the same
So Coolio loco,
sings new lyrics when they play this one live, and they seem to be about heroin and their dead pal Kurt... Submitted by Rene
LIZZY:
I'm sin
Done
Hello world reporting live to tell you that I'm doin' great
And my name is Jaquan Jones the tender age of 28
Put that time into yourself these are
name
Stacking up racks
Nigga I've tried
Since '99
Niggas be 'trynna put dirt on My Grind
I have lost People to these street I'm holding My 5
Sadly In
You can't be mad cuz I'm just now getting ahead of the game
I was mad broke fucked up
No hoes sittin by my lonely yea
I wanna be a nigga in
younger
Ghetto could have took me under
Young Peedi can't mess with North Philly
Never had
You don't know about me
You ain't stroll my streets
Look familiar
fucker (Still thuggin)
You know The Outlawz in this bitch (hahah.. it's on)
[Napolean - Verse 1]
Once again
Another fat nigga fried
Do a drive-by if you
the name up, no Bread Gang, it's the Loaf (boyz)
Only reason I'm droppin' a mixtape is 'cuz I still give em hope (preach)
Perfect timin', flawless
WEAPONS
SELLING BLOW, I'M FROM BALTIMORE
I walk the streets that all I see, ain't no hope no more
All year round, my city streets hot, no need for a coat no
Name Me Fresh
Written By B-fresh
Produced by Donald XL Robertson
Name Me Fresh
I wasn't shit so I made the world call me Fresh
Meaning a brand
to the man in the long black coat
One, two...
There are no mistakes in life some people say
It's true sometimes you can see it that way
People don't live
a hustler, so I wanted to sling
To live up to the name I claim
Mama cried, tryin to stop me in my ignorance
But I was grown, I didn't have sense
All I knew I
And now I am putting up signs that say stop putting up street signs
Cause I'm afraid let them go and take final the jump
But by saying that it isolates
I know that we
Would live together happily
We'd have to see maybe yes
Maybe no who knows
But we both know we'll never
Know if you say no
Look on my
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
Weeping and the wailing
They are crossing the street
Here is round of applause
We're suppressed by the chain
Lassitude and confusion
They are smiling
I don't want to cry no more
She's livin in the streets, from the strangers that she meets
She's livin in the streets, from the strangers that she
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