Lyrics:
New diamonds, money well spent, wellness check if I'm derailing
Them Muslims in the middle of the street my favorite salesmen
By any means the message
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Gee-gee-geyeah
Baby, watching, streets
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Live from Brooklyn
Uh-huh uh
The streets is watching
Check it, check
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Gee-gee-geyeah
Baby, watching, streets
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Live from Brooklyn
Uh-huh uh
The streets is watching
Check it, check
No milk today my love is gone away
The bottle stands forlorn a symbol of the dawn
No milk today it seems a common sight
But people passing by
No milk today my love is gone away
The bottle stands forlorn a symbol of the dawn
No milk today it seems a common sight
But people passing by
mind (that's right)
All me wan' you by mi side
That's why my ah hunt fi di cash all night
New plug fi di streets so me get di money
How tings ah go
let's gone up to the top drop that album
So by this time next year we will be chilling in Belize
Let's get it
End of message, to erase this, messaged
Music Y'all
I finagle through the belly of the beast
So I don't get mugged and slugged
By a telly in the street
Receive smoke from the gun
Once you inhale
see in the dark streets on the TV
Make it difficult to grow a glee tree when the love level back in B.C
We will never see racism done away within our
Can find each other in the crowded streets
And the guarded parks
By the rusty fountains and the dusty trees
With the battered barks
And they walk
hangin' out on your street
Just hoping for the chance to meet ya
As if I'd know what to say if I did
But luck you come on by
I see that look in your
intervals
It's like a message of some kind"
Foxy Music
Chill, (chill), chill, (chill), chill, (chill)
Chill, (chill), chill, (chill), chill, (chill)
just trying to get my message through
But the truth is I've got no use
I was walking down the street
Then I saw a car pull up on a guy, bullet to his
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
music we made had us all wearing shades now (cool)
"Where you stay?"
She said, "Down the street from Dominguez High"
Okay, I know that's borderline
The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propelling
Let these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message
As I lead this army, make room
Ohh
Yeah
I take time to thank the Lord cause he saved me
And gave me peace cause these streets be so crazy
I take time to thank the Lord cause he
a street a roam, Lord!
Fast falls the eventide, it's Friday night
And I've only got to work until the day
I've got a message to send back home
Saying,
of the devil and now we slaved By the spirit of marmon
In your ear right now
Is the message in the music
About the heaven and the money
What the gospel of Christ
the ozone
Woken up by landing, looking at my phone
Message from my brother saying welcome home
Back in the bay, only thing I've always known
Market street
Got me a bad lil bitch Yeah
That I be sexting (that I be sexin)
She be blowin my line up whenever
I dont answer her message (when I dont asnwer her
what you said, now the hole has spread
And the people are starting to fear
Get the message...
Elected by the people -- what do you desire
Are you
later,
Another fifty to seventy five rounds
Were fired in the street
And you're gonna stand here
And tell me you didn't see a god damn thing?
I
Only god knows what I dealt with
In these streets so abandoned
Every corner got a photo with a message
A mothers son who was gunned down now he
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