Lyrics:
come true
And this is the message we bring to you
Hey now hey now now
Hey now hey now now
No matter what teachers say to you
Ghetto children
let a record that wreck become rampant
See the street copycat the crap rap and songs
Not knowin' "There's a POISON goin' On"
'Til the message
keep up we way to deep Bruh 6 foot burnouts all in the street Bruh!! It’s What-U-Need double R YOU SEE THE VEST!
Love by few hated by many but all
all in one message
These are all my confessions
This industry aint in the streets
And sometimes I wanna tear it down
I wanna tear it down
I wanna tear
As the ships and the steel
Slip away to the cry of "Compete"
There's a message for us
We can get there by bus
From Killermont Street
There's a message for us
We
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
Ya can keep that
We got hoodies and the tighter lines streets need that
Analytical thought with a message know I feed that
And I'm looking
lost and alone sometimes
But you don't have to worry
Baby, I'll be by you side
Just send a message if there's trouble here
I could be oceans
prison
Got you fucked up on what's allowed
Seeing all them motherfuckers
Walking round
Weekly message tell you motherfuckers
Living loud
20 years home
shit can pop off (pop off, pop off, pop off, pop off)
My girl wit it, she gon' pop off
In the Jeep the doors & top off
In the street balling like hot
Tingin sa taas
Kneeling down
In the secular
Masipag mahal ko
Ang tao ko
Street Bible beat you like my rival
Staying up and down
We ain't down
What
people protestin' in Minneapolis escalated
As demonstrators were lashed by tear gas and rubber bullets
The main message here, the main message here,
finally found the remedy
To make it in life balance the message and the chemistry
To leave the streets alone cuz I know it ain't safe for me
Know that it
man down, In touch with my emotions
That don't make me weak, But that's the Message that you get when you come from the Streets
I've kept it bottled up
a Message that come from the Streets. We can
No longer be silent. We can no Longer be weak. We can no Longer suffer defeat from
Etomites be what they want us
the Mambo
Music keeps me up cypher in my dreams
She be biting on my jeans
Cold with no promethazine
For insta grams don't message me
Street game no referees
soldier shit
Keep on servin' 'em, 'cause you know we do work
Mashin'' in my Chevy down the streets of New York, they feel me
I smooth grip, and hit up
sleeping on these niggas)
You know I'm on top of everything, nigga (Lurking)
I come on your street
(We're just creeping on these niggas) Yeah
Fuck
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
Drive by after drive by wanna murk a nigga do a walk up
When you kill a baby that's innocent then the whole hood need to talk up
Damn shame can the kids
a nucca lacking
Dipped out then the base got raided
All my nuccas in the feds caught cases
I be here like how I made it by his graces
God the greatest god
The streets is broke and they can have it back
Ain't no love out here it's where the madness at
These Streets, These Streets, They Show No Love
They Show No
Wanted to show my Full Range
Lord, You train our hands for war
Teach us to outreach with our hands to the poor
Hit the streets with our sword and our
I think it's cool to be weak
Heart getting cold every week
There's no more love in the streets
I think i'm done with this bih
Don't want my heart
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