Lyrics:
Inflicted by me murdering every
Person I’m seeing not dreaming
I’m sleepwalking as leaves on
The trees talking
I’m seeing the streets chalking right
After
someone, someone I can trust
Yeah, I'm kinda hurt, 'cause I'm by myself
When I wanna talk, I talk to myself
I'm rollin' this weed, yeah, it kinda help
I'm
will you catch me in the way
By my lonely where a nigga stay
Cause it's how a nigga really made
No expression ever on my face
She gonna ride me like
what's happenin'
Got a 400K in cash, they said I trap it in
Four bruddas in two years, tell me how them boys are managin'
Free by the guys in Allen (yo)
Welcome to the chop street
Dead bodies hanging by they feet
You see this demon when I walk
You hear this evil when I speak
Mark of the beast
When I
and the Jungle Brothers..
I send this one out to my man Dino
Big Steve, and the whole 164th street posse, why'knahmsayin?
I send this one out to my man Willie Dee
That life is beautiful and sweet
People passing by you on the street
Have lives of their own
They're the heroes of their own books
I'm a poet, so I guess
on the beat (Yo)
You ain't gotta dance we call it jiggin' on the beat (Hold up hold up)
T-double-O-N-Z, nae'n nae'n in the streets
Hands up! And a touch up in
is Hell
It ain't nobody's fault but mine, I'm just playin' the cards I'm dealt
And if you see me on the street I hope you stop and wish me well
I don't
you by my side
There must be somethin' in the water
'Cause every day, it's gettin' colder
And if only I can hold you
You'd keep my head from goin'
[Esoteric]
I take it to the streets carjack 5-0
Pack toast like breakfast to go let ya know
Up front that in my trunk I got this big ass bag
When
Hey Charlie I'm pregnant
And living on the 9th Street
Right above a dirty bookstore
Off Euclid Avenue
And I stopped takin dope
And I quit
captain way I’m driving this boat
I put em on game now I’m going by coach
I ain’t even coaching, hope they takin down notes
I been putting in work
I’m
Well grand daddy was a hilly billy scholar blue collar of a man
he came from the school were you didn't need nothin
if you couldn't make it with your
no rest,
I was broke, called my cousin, he say pull up on me fronted me some dope,
Hit the streets, 2 cell phones, pistol in my coat,
But it was
at the judges, in the criminal courts
Criminal thoughts, these streets wit killas to sport
This is Mafia music to murder you wit, inserted the clips
Drive-bys
It was a fine left coast morning
And I found myself planted outside
The Cap 'N' Cork
Tipping back the hops
In order to calm my dancing hands
You
preachers, would ban it
The force, brought forth, the holiest, controlliest
Slowly, takin me, into, the mental, orgasm
Was 'jaculating, stimulating,
non-stop
Show love to the Berlin
Streets, hardcore Hip-Hop, B-Boys
Graff artists compete show love worldwide
Gotta get it back to the raw
Uncut Boom Bap
It was a fine left coast morning
And I found myself planted outside
The Cap 'N' Cork
Tipping back the hops
In order to calm my dancing hands
You
tomatoes in my direction (uh-huh)
If you was salty then, by now you got hypertension (yeah)
The streets was amused when I debuted my collection
Receipts
been eating good
Eating Wolfgang and Puck
I've been playin' these niggas like hockey
No puck
That nigga soft, he a plush
Gettin' that money, it's a must
Exchanged
Back in em days cooked up by da Sto
Im callin yo phone but go straight To the tone
Double cupped a two liter finna Pour up a four In The section
that'll die
Victims all collapse, perhaps they're only takin naps
If you were to open up your eyes
Would you repint, or wouldn't act like a soldier
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