Lyrics:
make by the hour
I wanna live and I don't want to die young
Dirty bad mind you better never touch your button
Street life, Hustle everyday man ah make
affi make by the hour
I wanna live and I don't want to die young
Dirty bad mind you better never touch your button
Street life, hustle everyday man ah
looking crab in the barrel'ish to me
You live by it you die by it
Y'all fake news We not buying
Y'all could keep Trump and have Biden
The streets don't love
Never, by any means necessary better
Get up off your ass and get my money 'fore I stretch yah
Out in front your doorstep, when I brandish this .45th
You
walk by faith not by sight
Its mind over matter you only live one life
Live learn adapt forgive and forget
My people they forgot about me they greedy
fall gonna come on the first
Blew life in the streets had ?em rebirth
See me on fire hater, I know it gotta hurt
I'm so hood classic words
Wanna talk
Lord come save me
Cuz back then they don't know me
And now they want to call me homie
Man am a street boy (Am a street boy)
Nobody care for a street dog
become their lives.
The television has so dampened people's anger.
The population is mesmerised by the flickering screen
And the streets, where
All my life
All my life
I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was tight
I say all my life, all my life, all my life I knew I was sick
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
teach us the ABC's
We play on the hard concrete
All we got is life on the streets
All we got is life on the streets
Superman is known by the locals
I been running round in the streets all day
Don't you love the way the hi-hats kiss the guitar and the bass
Life ain't fair but it be that way
I been
will be a feeling of a life time that you cant hide
Cos I play it like a pro and am keeping it tight
I stand right and take the oat of the streets
to love me or keep hating
Good life mhen we elevating
Easy street easy easy easy street
Easy street easy easy easy street
Easy street easy easy easy street
spillin' in the streets
Niggaz take it for granted until they layin' dead on the granite
Innocent bystanders get shot by standin'
Y'all shoulda ducked when
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
the kids a fighting chance to have a great future
And not worry abt being shot and killed in the streets by police or by us
We have to make a change within
If Ghetto for the superman
i will to get in
if ghetto for the ganger man
i will like to get in
ya ghetto is the street
street for the money
money
niggas just really flodging
Pull up with the nine
They wanna take my life
Can't let 'em take me by surprise
Oh no no no no, no no no no
The streets talking
out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
Soon as I get home
Since you've been gone
My whole life's been like a game of see-Low
pie" just ain't attainable
So, how can I sustain a full life before death
Man, I'm left out here to make it by my goddamn self
Now come on, who gives
in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry
in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry
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