Lyrics:
oversized clit
Just a talking mouth
Broke and with a
So or so bit
She aint talking bout nothing
She aint talked about
Geek in the streets
Always on my point
(Mark Erelli)
I walked these streets before I knew your name
Now you're by my side and nothing seems the same
Has everything been turned around
the butcher knife end up on your backside and joox you
[VERSE 2]
I spit in the motherfuckin' face of Vietnam cripples
I torture you by electrocutin' you
of shit that separates y'all from me
I'm in touch with the streets, they reply to me
If I'm needed by my people there's no why in me
A real fighter,
'Cah I got lost in the bullshit
Now you just don't wanna force it
Done so much wrong, it's a awkward ting
But likkle DJ, I'ma walk with him
Did one
meal
Ay ay
Gucci Louis Prada my designer prolly black owned
Only in the streets to get some change and bring it back home
Only In these streets to get
and you
Oh yea, and you, your friend and you too
One thing on my mind, that’s true
It must be on my mind, guess who?
Mick and Legend want all the women
In
never get rich surrounded by broke customers
You gotta learn to maneuver through the tight spots
Dirty bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks
I
these hoes wanna know what I'm 'bout
Princess cuts all on my neck and on my wrist and in my mouth
Do's open, do's close, where's the camera I'll strike
brand new all again
Only put my trust in my friends
Only put my trust in these bands
No I ain't loving no bitch no not again
So I had to get off my ass I
You don see am
Or you wan see am again
(Nigga ma sun, ma sun, ma sun)
I go by the name Baddest Dj Timmy
(These niggaz don't know what's about
Ain't that DJ Chose over there
Hmm, looks like DJ Chose
Flippa
On meeee
I'm the typa bitch that always get my lick back
You the typa bitch that
phones on like a DJ on replay, and I ain't have no father figure
I was in the trenches, the street way
And before they drop that iPhone, had the Glock
for his team
Showin out for bitches
To get bitched in these streets
Puffin out yo chest
Lose yo breathe to two two threes
Run down with no warnin
With
Intro Talking:(Rico Savelli)
Street Gospel,
8016 N Mark st,
Bkessin Come In All Shapes And Form Nigga,
Tampa Fl 33604,
Use Your Brain (Yea)
Street
of the young
Snakes slide through the grass
Blades slide in the back of
The used and abused tryna walk in my shoes
Get tripped by my fuse, too short
Ask God what
these niggas ain't built for these niggas
The R-O yeah we simply street
You niggas cotton candy you simply sweet
I let the fifth spit without the red
I'm too hard to kill, I refuse to die
Sweat tears and blood, paid dues alive
In these streets I roam, I've been blessed to live
Could've easily got
to dust
I clear the land, "In God We Trust" nigga
It's the blaze of glory, the blaze of glory
You come in here for these niggaz, the blaze of glory
now cuz I'm focused on trying to go farther
Gotta make it out of these cold cold streets
Some say its a drought cuz we keep feeling the heat
Dirty in
tell me no lie
I ain't gone fold I put in that work on the block cuz my niggas gotta survive
We done came up on the same street we was thuggin on caught
but can never call me a RAT
Ask them you look up to and they all stamping that
Wicked in these mean streets
None of my friends speak
We all tryna win
forces hit the street I'm takin in the blessings[02:59.73]All these people round me happy for my team I'm representing[03:03.44]Everybody out here packing
corner soon, and find you can't get by me
You don't know these streets the way that I do (i do, I do)
You can't turn it on and off the way that I do (i
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