Lyrics:
to lookout
But couldn't see
Out of the tenth floors windows
Liquor store on every street
But not one library
Ain't no parks and arcades
Just a candy lady
don't protect the life that I've been living
Once you turn a cheek to what you see in the streets
That decision is the difference
Between you and me
Say
war series, neighborhood horror
Candy lady, cross the street look over ya shoulders (Watch out)
Officers tried to tase my cousin, after we ordered
on my feet
So you can see why I bling
I'm a slum baby for real
This ain't cap
Grew up by the streets shots were alarms
This ain't rap
If you do em wrong
[Manny Fresh]
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house
schochkies on the breakfront of life.
I'll never forget the first time I found these girls,
Selling their papayas on 42nd Street. So flushed, so filthy.
I thought about the concept, I was playing on the back street
I took two phones to my bedroom with my lyrics sheet,
The other playing the beat,
you hear
When I thought about the concept, I was playing on the back street
I took two phones to my bedroom with my lyrics sheet
The other playing
crave
see i'm a taken slave by the way the beat says my name its got me lost in a trance like gaze
which i project into words on the mic up stage my
and I'm still in the streets
Just a bad motherfucker, my classroom was the hallways
I guess I had to learn the hard way
Only thing that ever mattered was
Yesterday got backstabbed
By someone
Who was close to me
If it's real
He'll look me in my eyes
When he spoke to me
Stumble with yo words
Cause they
to the street, the more I rap, I get blackslaps
No question they still fearin' me
This isn't weird to me
I tear it up uncomparably every day, and now they quite
I've got two kids four cats and a dog
People on the streets they walk they jog
Rollin up like Earhart in your Mercedes Benz
And That's right about
sat by a yellow-haired lady,
He looks into the mirror and winks,
He says, “Someone in this bar might be killed tonight!”
Then he paid for a round
she acting shady
Actress lady
Trying to get some action maybe
Accolade me
They looking for traction daily
Twenty pointers
Shits dancing like Alvin Ailey
she acting shady
Actress lady
Trying to get some action maybe
Accolade me
They looking for traction daily
Twenty pointers
Shits dancing like Alvin Ailey
what got his ass shot (Phew)
I just feel like Dre, get the play
Put it in motion
Made 10K by twelvе, why your ass loafin'?
(yeah) poured a six today
of the project system
The sad fact is nobody's gonna miss him
True, a few may stand in disbelief, but
The majority will sigh a relief
Because of the fact he was
at the angel of death
Liar liar pants on fire you burning up like David Koresh
This is architect music
I'm a verbal street opera, pop a Tek man fully got
Cause tonite it's champagne by candlelight
And dinner for two
Our little secret rendezvous
Gots no time for these chicks out in these streets
Girl I'm
schochkies on the breakfront of life.
I'll never forget the first time I found these girls,
Selling their papayas on 42nd Street. So flushed, so filthy.
To your blood wedding
And the Ukrainian ladies
Light candles in the street
Where his body lay bleeding
And the projects are silent
Bracing for
just need to eat
I can't take it no more it's like life in the street
Got my hands shaking
Stressed out for cess
This rap is like coke
My mother
get her, about the scrilla my nigga
Stay loaded up and we ready, Box City working that jelly
Burning more streets than pereddy, while cutting up
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