Lyrics:
ya, I can tell by his charm
But you could feel this real love
If you just lay in my
Running fast in my mind
Girl don't you slow it down
If we
a crown
But where is it now mamma listen
Senorita, I feel for you
You deal with things, that you don't have to
He doesn't love ya, I can tell by his charm
Magnetism
How you feel?
Feeling great
What ya want?
Me wan' do it to death, what's up wit' you?
Yo, you know my steez
True indeed
Say it loud
Black
It does some' to your soul when you see your brothers brains
Prayin' I get up out these streets to see some better days
How could you tell me that you
came today,
It rained away, you be wonderin how to take the pain away.
(chorus-sons of funk)
Tell me what we gonna do? the world ain't the same man,
came today,
It rained away, you be wonderin how to take the pain away.
(chorus-sons of funk)
Tell me what we gonna do? the world ain't the same man,
a fuck
Im back on these streets like
A streetsign
Wearing Cortez
And levis
Don’t think I
Must’ve thought i forgot
How it is on the block
Don’t trust any
to a beast
My brother got life and it turned me to the streets
I been through the storm and it turned me to a G
But the other side was sunny, I get paid
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a heaven for a G
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought
the same cat you
Think it's a shame that
That's how it has to be
But you with another dude
That'd be sad to see
You still mad at me, some high school tragedy
tell 'em what you know, what you seen
How I roll, how I get it on the low (oh)
Go tell your friends about it (about it)
Go tell your friends about it
the hustle
Yeah I've always been me, if they don't like me then it's fuck em
Roaming in the streets, feel like I'm in the jungle
Niggas hating on me, tryna go
of losing my n****z to the streets
I don't know why, or how, but trouble keep tryna find me
I said I'm so tired (Aye) of losing my n****z to the streets
I
me) (like it ain't nothin)
The streets is deathrow
used to feel your fire, but now it's cold inside.
And you're back on the street like you didn't miss a beat, yeah.
Tell me what it takes to let you
you want, it's written on your face.
Now I'm sad and lonely 'cause I thought I was your only,
But you run behind my back, now tell me how you gonna
use to go with
But you can tell em both that it's yo dick
I bet (They don't know)
That you don't even speak when you see me in the streets
But you still
berserk
For all you phony homies
You know the story, and you know just how it goes
Rayne grabs an A-K
And is blasting all you hoes! (Why?)
Call me the Sozer
it
Make it more immaculate how he calculate
Cause the next move you can't see it
Third eye one that demon
Red eyes in the evening
Got me peeping out
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
brought me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stashbox, 560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whippin' pastry
Cruisin' down 8th St,
Ya Ya
Everybody claims they're real
So tell me how you feel
That's how it goes
Yo, yo, yo
Tell me how ya feel, tell me how ya really feel (Yeah)
is
Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a Footlocker is
In the streets with a heater under my dungarees
Dreams of me getting shaded under
on it (yeah) so court rise (okay)
Yeah I got to mean what I got to mean (ooooh)
They say what doesn't kill me will surely make me stronger
Erywon yeahmen
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