Lyrics:
now, we're parked in a comfortable spot
By 2004, we're out to own the whole lot (Out for the top!)
To settle for less, the short change
So we keep our
back it's way too late
Still got to be home by 8
And in all the clash I was clipped on George
Clipped on George Street
Knocked right off of my feet
Now
die
Protect me in these streets
As I lay me down to sleep at night
Lord, I pray that my soul you keep
(Soul you keep)
And I know I don't wanna die
But I
I’m by myself
Walking through the streets of Hell
Miami Beach took an L
Too much fast money, I couldn’t tell
I’m by myself
And my soul they try
for them all
And by the model of my vehicle you know that I ball
A 92 but 91 the year that Tyler was spawned
And if I crash in the woods then I'mma
up
it seems threads of life
make up our stitch in time
after the bomb dropped
dawn got a different shine
I find that it burns
like a fire on the hearth
And I still got my khakis creased
I'm still rockin' on these beats
And got a bad rep on the streets
It's the SN, double OP and biggest Dogg of 'em
a popular dude now
Need a drop top, how the coupe sound
Twenny said we really need to fuck the
Game up like a blue film
Ay, most of these lames got
A dick in
summons pours
More more more
Deep deep deep
Fitting a jeep In the trunk of these words that I speak
Hear the squeak of the neat freak tweak at the cheap
Cuz I don’t got time for these hoes
Gold watch we still shinning in the dark
We was broke across street they was always living large
1 time for
all, fuckin' on these..
Youngin' on the block, I learned the streets before I read a book
Mp4, ballin' on these niggas in the league above
Ice a wound,
Big Up to black big up to ballers and the coniac
Big up to be Boys who spend hours in the record raps
I hate these out of space MCs who think
hoe
Riding around getting my dick sucked by the neighborhood hoe
Riding around getting my dick sucked by the neighborhood hoe
I'm bout to shit on these
for me when I'm down
Sometimes in this water I feel like Imma drown
Feel the passion in my voice
You really gotta have a choice
These street they ain't
my eyebrow raised
I only hear the words for what they mean, know what I mean?
and I do believe in God 'cause I keep comin across all these fine woman
funeral's next
Street life is the man in the flesh, I got one hand on your neck
The other hand is attached to the tech
Your next move could mean life
i know my place but on gawd imma deal with it priveitly
These kowards keep begging for peace i keep it brief they know my office in the street
I
power
My niggas big Benz mansions, pussy by the hour
Knocking down your towers, Knocking out them cowards
That's why I see hate in your eyes
Despise
that shit
We got toasters in the whip
I got fiends at the door
I be trapping like a bitch
I got workers by the store
They be packing thirty clips
The nerve of these niggas they acting like they done already made it
Practice make perfect so perfect will be my mama's maiden
These niggas lame
here's my numba shawty in case you
Want the street thing..
Look me up I'll introduce you to a new game
Show you where I hang..girl you'll be my sweet
pray GOD forgive a G
My excuse I got kids to feed
If he cant except that
Then it is what it is
Its kill or be killed
In these streets where I live
No
on the streets I'm grindin'
Don't give a fuck bout these niggaz
They judgy they judgy
Wait, shots, bud, I'm unsteady
Wait slime
Fuck the system I said it
Bud
Slime
as in detergent
Stunting on purpose
Throw out on some cocky shit
Nigga I'm perfect
Pussy, you peep it, the red, black
Green shit
Marc Jacob glasses ’cause
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