Lyrics:
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Way too far ahead come and join the mile run
I’m just doing me don’t worry about the outcome
If you catch me on the street then you are wild dumb
stage-craft is one thing, but this is ridiculous! where did that stimulating little replica come from anyway?
Rhonda:
That's a good question, harry! don't let
on the love and I reply to the hate
So much pain in the struggle my whole body'll ache, come on,
From the gates, so awake that was the plan of my fate
Now
Dear Tyre
I'm so saddened by news of your death.
It's not fair that you were taken away from your family in such a brutal and senseless way.
You
Ruthless when it come to you music
The hottest thing walking in the street
Since my new kicks
I'm too slick
You should take a ride in my new whip
Let me show
the beast
Meanwhile on the street saying no more peace
My man, Sto-Bo, kid hold your own
In a cell locked down not far from home
And at the same time
rulin' over shit, not a thing
If I will, then it's spill
You a pawn in my game
Watch 'em kill, do a drill
While this prawn on my plate
All this hurt
jux, rush the doors
Here come the D's, time to make breeze and guns toss
In full force, my team'll go at your main source
My 9 Taurus hit bosses
now
She first saw him he was standing in the doorway
Illuminated from behind by a light
Though imaginary posses chased them
To these distant
to grow up at the age of 12
Trying to get in where I fit, streets giving me hell
But yet I give it right, back, so how you like, that
Continue doing
from the old world so green
Counterfeit ticket in to JFK in the land of his dreams
Street life's the only life they take a walk in the park
Even
life
I'm walking in the street and the moon shines bright
A little melody is spinning on my mind tonight
I gotcha it's the song about chihuahua
Yeah,
living in this ghetto
(Ain't nothing sweet about it)
Been there, done that, running in the streets
(Running wild)
Now put your lighters to your head, nigga
energies penetrate
Every hole in your body while you levitate
You start coming apart shape shifting wild
Out of control
at the dance of the dawn
Standing high like giants under the sun
And you and I will awaken to discover
We have heaven in every little thing
Where can I go from
and your welcoming heart opened to joy and nurture; are signs of your kindness for the things around you and your wellbeing inside.
Breathe in from your
Lions in the street and roaming
Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming
A beast caged in the heart of a city
The body of his mother
Rotting in the summer
jooks rush the doors
Here come the deez tryin to make breeze and guns toss
In full force, my team'll go at your main source
We're not tourists, hit
the right thing
Respecting whatever comes
To your mind in whatever shape
You can't ever do wrong
But that's another song done
Close enough to get a piece
you see as they tears man escape
If you got shape escape my sister you get raped
Guns drugs slugs
Multiplied by thugs in the slums
Headquarters
ever
You murderin' in the booth is the furthest thing from the truth
Rest assured, I'ma treat this booth like I'm pealin' off the plastic
On a pill
up it proceed to follow maybe the reason
I ain't full throttle a lot of things are hard for me to
Swallow i just keep you both in spirit it's good but
locked up
From Queens doing time, we still
(keeping it real, packing steel
Getting high) playing the street game
The only way to get by is
(keeping it
Bad things come in threes it's the return of quarantine
Your down on your luck
If you believed this year we'd be free
Capitol building breeched waving
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