Lyrics:
at Avianne and I wore it out the store
Remember Aamaco and Optimo and riding candy coat
See these niggas try to play me off the streets, I can feel it
i'm like a dead end
You can't get nothing by me (Stop it)
I'm Nino Man, I keep shooters behind me
They knew how I was comin'
Already when 'Kiss signed
The injustice will not prevail
You hear me?
Feel me?
Felt me?
Help me!
Tell me, who do we run to when there’s no one by my side?
Tell me, where we supposed to go
came and seen 'bout that action
If that's how he feel he gon' stand on it
I'm upping as soon as my hand on it
This bitch a guitar, I'ma jam on it
I'm still her baby
Raised a street nigga by yourself, you a hell of a lady
Shit I'm doin' now got nothin' to do with how you raised me
Shit killin? me
with the steel nigga tell me whats the deal
Got everything you need coke weed and the pills
We keep it so real you dont know how to feel nigga tell me
im hot as hell
When I spit see a fire leak
Cant fuck with me you niggas high as hell
Monday to Sunday you week
Let me tell ya how I feel
Fuck a record
You seem to think
You're gonna cure me
You never will
You don't know
How it feels to lose
Grip on the wheel
Steering you towards
A brick fucking wall
nick by the bad ass ho,
Know what I'm saying, no, right, let me tell you,
Wanna tell you a little bit of what I found, though.
Tell me about it, I'm
Motherfucker's now they jock me
What if I should trip? Or chill
And a give fair break
Fuck it they feel the wrath
Of a motherfucker scared straight
Fighting wars
the real me baby
Ima keep on speaking
On these beats
Til they feel me
Know its prolly people
In the streets
Wanna kill me
I aint even tripping
If Im honest
to let you know
Energy flowin'
I said it feels so good
I gotta tell you my name is stevie
What's yours, baby, whoa
Walking down the street watching
Pac, I feel like Biggie
I'm feeling like these hating niggas waiting to get me
I'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my mind
You know I go hard when it
good, what she tell ya? I'm good
What you see? Looking good
Man I'm killing it, riding in that brand new
Swimming through the streets, looking like
tell you how it all works out)
(Never thought we had so much time to lose)
Make me feel it
(Just learning how to twist and shout)
(Doesn't matter
rollies, gats'll leave you holy
My momma always told me the streets will slow me down
Daddy never showed me how the heat will hold me down
So now I rob
[Adam Sandler]:
Hey how ya doin'? My name's Barry Lakin and I'm here with the man on the street
Quiz. This weeks's show is a doozy man, it really is.
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
everyday shit is real
(Every hood, every ghetto, every block, every trench)
I know how you feel, yeah, look
I been out here grindin' so long
But still
the bottom, tryna make it to the top
What the gov'ment don't give you, gotta get it from the block
Feel like a bad boy 'cause this shit don't stop
Street so
AIDS
(You don't say)
I do believe me when I tell you
It's so true and this could be you
White roses at that casket
Red ones stood out
Thrown by the ones
rollies, gats'll leave you holy
My momma always told me the streets will slow me down
Daddy never showed me how the heat will hold me down
So now I rob
loud and I put that on chief
I admit I fuck with all the ladies, that's both older and young ladies (ladies, yeah)
But tell me how they call it
me how that feel
Put yourself in my position
Now tell me how that feel
Shimmy shimmy ya, Shimmy ya, Shimmy yay
We don't know nothing but a
Quarter
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