Lyrics:
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
interviewing people live from the street on the show a little bit later.
Yesterdays loser was Johnny. Johnny, listen up. You have been a bad boy. I don't
the plan same day
He made a drop
In the car sweating hard
Ducking shots
The streets is harsh
You can't even have no heart
They gone get it how they live
fuck
the lines, said it's S.O.B (Gang)
We Savage On the Beat, yeah we savage on the street
Other people got the name but they ain't savage like my team
Yeah, we
of the cross at the door
And I pray
That never used to happen before
(If you see him in the street, walking by himself
Talking to himself, have pity)
You
Come back to the streets, yea (x3)
Chamillionaire
Even when I'm not there and I'm here like air
(Keep sayin my name)
Fresh off the plane from
feet
And when I walk the street, I'm never lookin' bummy
'Cause without the money
"Ain't a damn thing funny"
Now what's your name?
Well I'm the Com,
live life lavish, and my chain is carats
The last flame on the train to Paris
Used to be lame, then I changed to maverick
So many clothes, can't name
families tennis courts and they have a yacht, what?
No wonder my brasse kicked down doors
Just look at the place they were born, yoh!
I’m from the city
No justice no peace
No Racist Police
Fuck 12
Fuck 12
Fuck 12
Fuck 12
Black blocks are in the streets in black bloc
The streets are filled with
high)
For my niggas down south no doubt
For my niggas down south no doubt come on
My dream is to see real
Niggas and real bitches
Get to together and have
peace
Raised in the streets
You want love, I'ma show you love
Life of a thug
There's no love for me in these streets
I'm in too deep
It's just
thought that I'd be smoking Blunt's
But after my friend's passed away I had no choice
You're either involved in these street's or be deceased
In the Alley
with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane
And you could be my
that's a no-no
The streets ain't the only ones watching, taking photos
And life ain't bitches and money
This life's bout getting this money
Because
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
contents ..
John: no. I don't think so because...
Questioner: hitler could have been voted by the french, for instance.
John: every nation will have
not in
Any moral position to tell
Anybody how corrupt they
Are you should be quiet when
You have spilled the
Blood of human beings has Nigeria dropped
to live out their names
Some rode the bus, some rode the train
Some motherfuckers wish they never came
When they met the nine swordsmen of Wu-Tang
Nine
They'll have to drag me off by my feet
400 Years and again
It's a problem when they see me
They see the color of my skin
I gotta make'em remember the name
No religion I was getting saved by the glock nine
By the minute I was getting paid like a hot line
Servin' rollin' fiends was calling, we was dot com
trauma
I talk the talk, walk the walk
So ease on down the road end up in chalk
I have no preference who I devour, man
Me with a hundred round clip make
It
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