Lyrics:
and I raised the gun up to his head
executioner-style
he made no attempt to resist
so fat and dull and lazy
"do you know I lived in your street?" I cried
glances
They tried to break the bond like Will and Jada (Jada)
And when they drop the bond, I'ma free the Wave up (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
I cop cribs by
when in class
My white ass was there hardly
Too busy perfecting my craft,
With the fine point sharpie,
Lived between the lines,
Cuz real life was not
42nd street terminal
Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it
My religion is reefer
Big money and the most
Uninhibited freak to sleep with
My visions are
lady street
Let's meet in Instanbul where many people lived together in happiness and (?)
For thousand of years
Istanbul, Constantinople le bonheur
city, I just less little (Statik)
See me, they salute me, they ain't ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Comin' from them streets where
Mischief! Mischief!
Devil's work!
Where are you, Beadle?
Beadle
City on fire!
Rats in the streets
And the lunatics yelling at the moon!
It's the end
And bangers with Jheri curls
We won't even count the girls
Cause they got my back
And I got theirs too
Fight for the streets
When I'm on Oprah or Donahue
I'm sorry Lord
Way, I said I'm sorry Lord
It's uncopyable, little they know they can't copy me though
Yeah
Francis FLy and Stocky H
Put the signature
maps
But from me to you
You might be far
I mean i be posted in places
Where you can't walk
You can pass by
See shoes wrapped
Around power lines
Where
you close your eyes on earth you gon wish you lived right
When you get tempted by satan, God will teach you how to fight
The things the devil whispers
you can tell
She's a western girl, a young diplomat,
She knows what it is and where it's at
All the boys down town want vou, Francis,
When she
and where they stay dressed in all black
I hear they say that jacking dead I'm here to bring the static back
You the type to get yourself killed and get
They won't understand all that your maintaining
Forget expectations you'll end up degraded by thinking
They got you but they never make it
Making plans
and give it away
Gettin' back was out of the question, they lived for today
Then the hunger pains start up, then the murderous plots
To set up, they
won't die today
Tell a hater to get out the way ( Move! )
On my momma I didn't go a stray
But they're calling me King Of The Streets
I haven't lived in
not in
Any moral position to tell
Anybody how corrupt they
Are you should be quiet when
You have spilled the
Blood of human beings has Nigeria dropped
brutal,they should check their P.D.
You made me,now your kids rave me
I rap about the life that the city streets gave me
Murder,intrigue,somebody must bleed
Once upon a time, in the L.B.C.
On the Eastside, off of 2-1 Street
There lived a young man, Cinderfella's his name
To make it interesting it's me,
the concrete
Older niggas I loved talked like they was above, maintaining a time sheet
That slow money, picked up the family business
By the age of thirteen,
the sanitizer? (Jheeze)
Just flutter by, he said "Giggs can you handle this?"
He said "Float like a butterfly"
I bring truth, but they love a lie
Plans, I'm
Capone in his youth
The difference between me and you, I already done it
And lived the street life, niggas run away from if
You follow my life, in
the street)
Me oni baje 9ja oni baje
(Rich people living large
Buying cars everyday)
I used to live by the sea
In cribs at Lekki Beach
Where life was so hard
the street)
Me oni baje 9ja oni baje
(Rich people living large
Buying cars everyday)
I used to live by the sea
In cribs at Lekki Beach
Where life was so hard
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