Lyrics:
you the world was yours, now you in a cell
Center of attention, now you by yourself
Always did the shopping, now you're on the shelf
Next time you
I don't feel upset no more
Wondering what the stressing's for
Kick that bull out the door
With music through my headphones
Turn it up when I'm on my
around a corner from west hell
Two blocks from south shit, it was in a jail cell
The sun never shone on my side of the street, see
And only once or twice
In America
You're a target if you're black
Walk around the streets
With a bull's eye on your back
Like they did to Walter Scott
The black man that
feet
Clear thewhole block both sides of the street
Even crips and bloods hear my thuds
Fee fy foe fum a n**** where you from "West-side"
[W.C.]
Whatever's in the bank is my bet, a Z-bull's my pet
And you can bet he'll get the legs and the neck
Yo, when my gun bust, send niggas to the fish like
stop us, and we aint pausing on it
Streets needed somebody, I put my body on it
Talks is cheap, these broke niggas go on and on and
Pick it all up, you
8:46 i look thru the list
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in
I remember it was cold (Aye)
I remember there was snow (Yeah)
I remember there was snow
In cold streets Chicago
Man my city get a bad rep
People
my hand investments that's a zone print
When u walk right by me that's money scent
I kno Curtis be on Jack like 50 cent
I got the power and the starz
your music
Enemy rushin' my hills but God gone trump it I aint talking' putin (ok)
I'm a Holy guy I can't do no flexin' in the street
If you don't know
They say "Drink and be merry,
Take the bull by the horns."
I keep seeing visions of you, a lily among thorns
Everything looks a little far away
knocked for me, at the right time
Cause I was losing hope, getting sick of this bullshit
Losing my faith, not listening to preachers and bull pits
God
on my back initiated in blood
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
And you could
That .33 on me like Pippen again, I been a bull
Niggas know I won't fold, I been to war
Rap beef, street beef, really done did 'em all
I get money,
left home
On the streets of New York, now I'm free
But with freedom comes big responsibility
I used to walk around driven by the force
I remember how
for workers' rights.
I've got no time to tell this tale,
The dicks and bulls are on my trail;
But I'll remember these two good men
That died
Grab baby by the hand come on vibe with me
All in my closet trying to see what I’m a rock yes
All my woes drippy drippy looking like a sauce fest
Blessed
the one thatll get hurt
Verse:
Tunnel vision to the fullest
Beast mode boutta get on my bull shyt
Im from the city, i do this, Jayysmoove u forget it u
From the west side
Where the cowboys roam the night
The Monte Carlos rumble by
Under these faded old street lights
Whoa-whoa on the west side
You can't test my styley
Unless your name's Skepta or Wiley
Only the big names stand by me, LDN
You know where to find me
None of these labels can
Competition full of tricks and bundles
That's a sucker sport
Couldn't beat us in the streets so they won in court
Don't get me started
My crib, the Carter
darkness feeling lost and incomplete
Didn't know Christ
Couldn't get it right
My heart was in these streets
In the clubs high getting drunk and wild
Dark
this sweet me than i could
swallow a bull fighter
or write names on the walls in blood
or wear the victims horns on my head
or row a boat across
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