Lyrics:
In the night the city trembles
The children cry beneath their sheets
In the sky the planes are roaring
The jets are flown by scared young men
Fooled
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
my grave’s too deep to even measure
Chorus
lights flashing, cops harassing.
Alone in the streets. The night slashes
Hate the world with a passion,
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
He is truly amazing
Yea
Lord Fucking Lucretius
Uh
We ain't got gas and we ain't got coal
If I rap to this hub it'll light by itself
You want
the street why should you rule?
Delude them with false power as an ego driven fool”
Will the council resist or be persuaded in time?
By the devil’s
sight, no city streets no city lights
It's Santa's night, it's Christmas time
It's everything's gonna be alright
It's presents by the Christmas tree
It's
You know, I worked the Big Packet show in Fort Worth, Saturday night
We had all day Sunday to rest and relax, before I caught another flight
So I
all by himself
Only Noah saw it comin'
Forty days and forty nights
Took his sons and daughters with him
Yeah, they were the Israelites!
All you
on the streets
And the tears that we will weep today
Will all be washed away
By the tears that we will weep
Will weep again tomorrow
Papa won't leave you,
on the streets
And the tears that we will weep today
Will all be washed away
By the tears that we will weep
Will weep again tomorrow
Papa won't leave you,
eat dog world, and that ain't no lie.
Listen! it ain't even safe no more to walk the streets at night,
I'm doin' fine, on cloud nine.
Let me tell you
O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by;
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by;
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by;
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
and infecting, like a pest
Beaten down, distressed and depressed
Our freedom taken by theft
Women and children,
I hear their screams
Butchered and slaughtered
Santa's sure to come this very night
There are jingle bells and Christmas carols singin'
By the children who are walking in the street
Folks are
I sold more dope than I sold records
You niggas sold records, never sold dope
So I ain't hearing none of that street shit
Cause in my mind, you
Well, the cop made the showdown
He was sure he was right
He had all of the lowdown
From the bank heist last night
His best friend was the robber
Well, the cop made the showdown
He was sure he was right
He had all of the lowdown
From the bank heist last night
His best friend was the robber
Maybe some of them had hopes of seeing me again
Some even said that my judge Judge Gerald Culkin
Wouldn't play it by the book
Maybe let us off the hook
I
IT, Pennywise
Scary clown running through
The streets of Derry Maine
School children playing in the streets
As they did those days
Floating paper
down by the races
And in other desperate places
Helping rich men part with payslips
On the prayer they'd get it back
Down in Flea Street he first met
street men who paid their dues
'Cause they knew they had nothing to lose
They knew it
So they just got to it
With cracked old Gibsons and red
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