Lyrics:
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Gas runs out (there goes ya Benz)
They just don't make my breed no more
Nobody lives by the code of the street no more
I don't deal wit the nonsense,
and have an escape. Obie was makin' sure
It was about four or five hours later that Alice (remember Alice?
There's a song about Alice)
Alice came by
the fire
Oh he rescues His own for His name's sake
so that those who do not know will not make the mistake that
they've won the upper hand, No, He'll make
and cuz stay down the street, living different lives
Everyday he on the bus, me, I get a ride
I gave him 30 on the porch, he never went inside
He tell me
everything I rap is a quarter piece to your melon
So if you have a relapse, just relax and pop in my disc
Don't pop me no fucking pill, I'mma a pop you
quarter, and no quarter do we give
We're right down the street from the street where you live
They mutilated his body and they took out his brain
What
first time in jail nigga gone need some friends
By the way youngster what's your name
You can call me killer on the streets its the dopeman
it's finna go up (Jesus)
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
it's finna go up (Jesus)
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
Don’t Shoot
Ho Ho
Don’t shoot
These racist cops have got to go
(Black Lives Matter)
No Justice
No Peace
No Justice
No Peace
I’m chasing this dream
While
'em in the stores and millions have bought it
An underground sound, not liked by radio
You hear it in the cars and at the disco
On the airwaves, we
crack take good men
At the height of their prime
Live to make it to get old
And get disrespected by time
Nobody care bout your growth
Nobody care bout you
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
business with the sun
The street no genders only characters of a father and son
If you’re believer say the name hail to the man Goddy WAN
Young Godfather if
niggas in a super traps
Man we gotta get it, have it by Sunday
If it ain't by Sunday
We gon' get it Monday
If it ain't by Tuesday
Then it's fucking
get from point A to point B by keepin' it G
Ain't no killer but don't push me
If you grab the heat you a pussy
Knuckle up and tell me how you feel,
to control me, you can't
We are kissed by a chick called Ann, understand, man?
Let me tell you how it's going down
First people have to understand the world
name with some respect
'Fore my shooter come through with a tech (Yeah)
I might have to fuck up a check
I might have to fuck up a check (Yeah)
I might
close down at Kilroy's
Still don't have one to review
And yeah that kills me inside
This is no elegant lie
I wish we had blowout party at Grant Street
locked up
From Queens doing time, we still
(keeping it real, packing steel
Getting high) playing the street game
The only way to get by is
(keeping it
prepare your pen and notebook
There are protesters here whose bodies are cold, which means they are killed
They have lost their lives to achieve justice
He promised to do good in the name of his friends
Every character in this story had bottled-up feelings
You gotta talk about it, emotions have
you in stand by
Damn GOD damn GOD damn
King Bison
I just went ahead and
Said his name in vain
Hail to Mary man
I'm praying to the Saints
GOD forgive me
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
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