Lyrics:
right?
Clothes, bankrolls, and hoes yaknowhatI'msayin?
Yo then what man, what?? [echoes]
[Verse One: AZ the Visualiza]
Visualizin the realism of life
To nasze miasto nasza duma nasz styl
Będziemy tu zawsze nie opadniemy z sił
Nie zmienisz tego choć bardzo byś chciał
Nie ulegniemy zapał będzie w nas
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,
Uh Yoo aye
Ok I think I'm feelin' da beat
Welcome To Street Life ayo
Uh hear me out Aye Listen
Welcome to the Street Life
Where everyone deal with
What?
Back to back Benzes, with the Wild Gremlins
Gaultier style lenses, talents in the .40 cal
This is life now
Let me find out, you want
boy
so keep your mind on your business
the streets don't love you naw
so keep your game legit
she say she love you for life
you gettin cash by the K
she
I'm tired of being a nice guy
I've been poor all my life, but don't know quite why
So they label me a lunatic, could care less
Death or success is
on the porch, cost my man his life, I can't afford not to hit him
Shots ripping through his True Religion denim
These streets was my religion
I stood over him,
Hot shit (hot shit)
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby
Your street in a Range Rover (come on)
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go (hot
for you, as your life flashes by
Whatchu' gon' do, living on the street
Whatchu gon' do, when you're stuck in the heat
Of a drive by, night time,
trying
They don′t know bout them demons
And how they stay on your mind
And keep calling like
I've been running these streets
Most of my life
I keep
and forth in these streets, that's the rhythm
Revenge is supposed to be the Lord's but I use my own accord
When I seen him on the porch, cost my man his life
Street life is the only life I know
Street life where we got no place to go
Street life where the struggle won't let you be
Street life where
life for reminiscing
Clap my hands and get you flipped like a motherfucking pigeon
Touched by angels in the streets, trying to keep the reaper off me
on me
thug life the world lots better only
Big Zojc
Fegyver ropogás tölti be a tömböt
a bűnöző gyerek szemében látom az ördögöt
kezemben
przed sobą spowiedzi
Cały czas życie trwa ważne jest jedno
Działaj tak by na końcu drogi minąć piekło
Życie jest proste myślałem kiedyś
Aż nie dorosłem
Hot shit (hot shit)
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby, your street in a Range Rover (come on)
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go (hot
ride for your nigga, right?
Now with hearses side by side, with your nigga right
Cause it been plenty nights I barely made it through this life
Niggas
I'm addicted to the street life surrounded by these bright lights loud pipes
Mo'd a grata like a room full of bits
Like life could be a bitch that's
Yeah Yeah)
I can eye ball that work and I don't even need a scale
Trapping by myself sleeping in and out Motels
Cuz You know I live that Street Life
Without these streets
The streets are part of me through cobblestones
The street life nightlife
Sewer lines pay phones
Many lives pass by
Crawling all
demos tryin' to
get a sniff of airplay
And no way or now how, can you do what we done for the streets of
AZ (AZ!)
Ask us if we fell off, hell no we just
you witness how I got it with da pipe
8balls grinding hard, till den birds take flight
Da life of Mr.Westbank, ah day in da life
Da Streets got a hold
you witness how I got it with da pipe
8balls grinding hard, till den birds take flight
Da life of Mr.Westbank, ah day in da life
Da Streets got a hold
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