Lyrics:
yeah, whoa
And I'm the don 'cause the streets said it
Yeah
And I got pressure on me
Seven days a week, it's game seven on me
Life'll test you out,
done lost I done lost a few brothers to the street
Twelve Twenty Nine Oh Seven Trab got shot parked on the block
When my mama called my heart stopped
These streets I'm talking bout they ain't new
These streets you talking bout they ain't you
I'm putting on putting my coast in
Seven six O mind stay
are ragged, no (G7)shoes on my feet "
Said the little paper boy, there on the (C)street
Early next mornin' as the (G7)crowd passed by
The little
Twenty-four seven
I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
Twenty-four seven
24/7 I’ve been working overtime
Ain’t got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
24/7 I’ve been working overtime
melon leave them
Splattered on your cheek
Now everything you thinkin all
Splattered in the street
Baffled by the street no
Exchange this a robbery
Cooking
by the seven where them drills bring joy uh uh
What you saying about the score? forty-three that's the opps maybe add a couple more Uh uh
You're kind
You called
I accepted
Let's meet
Deal was done
So here I am
Standing all alone again
At the 7th street
This is the 7th time
In the 7th month
I'm not
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4,
wasn't nothin' he could do about it, and the judge
Wasn't gonna look at the twenty-seven 8 by 10 colored glossy pictures with
The circles and arrows
skin his face
Drive by, drive-thru, I'on really like you
Five, seven, five fuckers dead
That's a haiku
Yeah, that Glock aiming right at you
He get
it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're beating us with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a thirty-eight
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if
eruku ,dy for street , everynite and Day
4 d street we go take over
7to7, iron to iron, ni ise factory, se ise ni eleyi abi iseee , 400 Naira per
ain't playin'
I ain't goin', no, no, street's dangerous
Ain't got Actavis, so fuck it, I had to red it
I sent hitters from everywhere, they had
the first time I touched her hand
And the rain and the way it felt never let up all week
By Thursday I knew everything about her
And God, the last day I
repeat
I shall resurrect the streets
E three sixteen
Say it with me
This is it
Last straw last straw for y'all
Six seven true gemini
If it's war then
of the streets
The makings of a real MC, yeah, bitch
So just abide by what you ride by
'Cause we abide, by what we ride by
Just abide by what you ride by
'Cause
of the Horsemen
Slice your Achilles tendon, the Headless Horseman
And we abide by, the code of the streets
The makings of a real MC (C...C...C...C) yeah bitch!
walking
along 7th Avenue, when I came to 14th Street I saw on the corner curious
mutilations of the human form; it was a school for handicapped people.
Ay
What would you do
If you only had seven minutes to prove everything that you had in life
What would you tell them
What would you say
If you only
FEET, OH!
FEET, FEET, FEET, FEET, OH!
FEET, FEET, FEET, FEET!
CANDY BAR ON THE STREET, STREET!
CANDY BAR ON THE STREET, STREET!
BUSY PEOPLE RUSH BY ME.
Is there something else you want me to do? Yeah
(Yes, you can have another job 6-7)
You know I'm only here to please you
(Stand by all cars, stand
I've seen the lights of gay Broadway,
Old Market Street down by the Frisco Bay,
I've strolled the Prado, I've gambled on the Bourse;
The seven
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