Lyrics:
through the glass thinking life just can't be
This hard, sleep in cold cars
Pookie palace to them big yards with them big dogs
Caught up by them cop cars
kid a teen
You're a spoof of me like if hip hop did a scream
Audi coupe lookin' good so I went and copped it
Got that TT poppin' like a trendin'
kid a teen
You're a spoof of me like if hip hop did a scream
Audi coupe lookin' good so I went and copped it
Got that TT poppin' like a trendin'
We was young we was chilling on the block
Yea we black so we getting bothered by these cops
Never protected us they like a gang them people oops
Roc-a-fella forever, Memph man, what what
[Chorus 2x]
[Beanie Seigel]
Peep the kid from P-H-I-L-L-Y
North west south west south side
Spit it for them
fell niggas
I'm layin' in the cut but
Still don't give a fuck
Roc-a-fella forever, Memph man, what what
[Chorus: x2]
Peep the kid from
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's
of my girl's car
Then swerved off (Skrr)
'Bout to cop this fourth floor loft
Just off my thoughts (Uh)
I'm butt naked playin' ball, bitch, hold that
Chickens are ice grillin' it
Cops pullin' it over, Jigga react militant
Speed off, officer told me to turn the beat off
I turned it a level higher, then
would it stop
I keep evading the law, getting tailed by the cops
I keep breakin' the law, got a bail on spot
You can't cool me off, tried to tell you I'm
could stay lost forever
I was just a Jersey kid
Born in a daydream
Blue skies
And a white gold sun
Down a long driveway
In an old white house
I
Can you take me there?
Welcome to Blackstreet
(Yo, yo, yo)
(Can you feel it?)
Feel this
Twelve cars, mansion, beautiful kids
Fly life, my
New Orleans
And I will never stop like I'm runnin' from the cops
Hopped up in my car and told my chauffeur, "To the top"
Life is such a fuckin'
night
Verse One, Jay-Z:
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my
short temper to cool out
Yeah sometimes I need woosah, time to get paid by the goo-ghaas
My office on top of that rooftop, for my mama Myra Anderson
Tell
Plus we get cash together
Blast whenever
Knowin it don't last forever
It's only one way out
And one way in
Motherfuckers cross
And get
Yo I see cars driving by me looking milky and shiny
Tires made from Pirelli getting all of the heinies
Now a few of my friends they drive a Mercedes
powder
People hanging in spots
They waited until the blocks got hot
And got raided by the cops
I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain
His whole
Some cats grow by the laws of the wild
Some learn slower and lag in the mud
Some stand up in defense of a style
Some let the big dogs eat them up
jewelry, living like a star
And I wasn't too far from a Jaguar car
In a small-time casino, the town's Al Pacino
For all of the girls, the pretty boy
jewelry, living like a star
And I wasn't too far from a Jaguar car
In a small-time casino, the town's Al Pacino
For all of the girls, the pretty boy
to heart every mention of fire
Take to the street to protest cops fired for shots fired
As if Jesus himself was not killed by the cops
For challenging
fresher than my persona
Probably just my aroma
Yeah the kid is wicked
Stupid gifted, sickest penman that you know
Name a nigga that can flow iller
Cold
never full, workin' on my side dish
On fire, non-stop, nigga, I'ma die lit
Set my kids up forever, nigga, I'ma die rich
You see me with a cutie in
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