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feet
Doing a fucking drive by in a 10 speed
I hope you know that I would kill you for 10 gs
So keep clean
Don’t be Arousing the bounties
I ask, do you

It's night time by the way, but you can tell by the beat
I caught a vibe missing out on all the signs in the street
Just a joyride in the AMs, yeah I'm

and roll it up
You what I'm saying

Standing in orbit I know that this life is gorgeous
They want me to forfeit
Carry the four fifth
Leave beautiful corpses

Chicago in a fuckin Porsche Caymen
Hardest in the game there ain't no other that can claim it
Crazy that I wrote this song in front of my LG
While sippin

it out
My therapy is songs
I put my feelings in this beat cause that's where they belong
You didn't mean to hurt me
But what you did was wrong
I'm

Boogie here to take the city back
Like give me that
Crown City where we getting litty at
Corona Queens follow street codes
Those are my people
Rest In

From the skybox
Dwelling in the seat
Of majesty 
No missing peace 
I got everything 
I 
Need

What if it's this?
What if it's that?
Nah
I don't look back

They said its cheaper to keep her 
I aint no cheap nigga ima leave her
Niggaz get beat right into a seizure 
You aint no street nigga you a diva
Most

gone play back
How many more dollars you gone save for that Maybach
To drive it right back to the streets police spray at, hm
How many more lost lives

through space
Fated to fade
I was walking down the street in the noonday sun
Just singing John Hiatt’s Tip of My Tongue
And openly weeping as the cars drove

got his own gun, that's his man's gun
See his face ima keep squeezing till my hand numb
Brody got that tan shit in, that's a lot of sand
Niggas hear I'm

said
Not money in your pocket but a soul to be fed
With the music of the streets
Not the chic beats of the elite
Or the wannabe street
With the same

can get an eye jammy
So save the sob stories for a storybook
And look, Jack-in-the-box can take a lickin'
But I'm never gettin' took
By Uncle Scam

streets
Please just give me what I need
Just so I can breathe please
Please I just need some sleep
So get me home by three please
She bad so she isn’t cheap

Like im reading your 
Rights 
But when night time 
Comes 
Its the freak in 
The light 
You a freak in the 
Sheets
You belong to the streets
Nothing

want grills on his teeth
So he work a 9 to 5 like everyweek
Thinking damn that could be me
But I'm outta here in these streets
They like feening rats cz

Still the Truth up in these streets
And still all by my lone
Incase they wanna think it's something weak
Yeah I hear they like to talk
Cause they hate

was an issue and they filled my ears with tubes 
(whoaaaa)
I never talked 'til I was three years old
Then I had a speech impediment that kept me in

But it got me off the street
Inkeeper got me kinda creeped
By the way he handed me the key
Got stopped by a cop
Askin what im doin pulled off in

pricy the bobs was dirt cheap
I put Izzy on the map I know thats a bold statement
But quick let me give you an explanatiion
When I was 14 I ended up in

All in My Mind

Eightball & MJG

On Top of the World

1995

and the pimpish
In this business I be the swiftest when I kick this
As if you didn't know it's Thorough from that Suave Camp
Best Vemp chimped, or get licked

of college but i'm not a flunky
Got my attention then baby ya lucky
No matter the beat ima murder it
I made a wave ima surf on it
She got that water i surf in

Hello to you, good evening
By the end of the night you'll be dreaming
Keep up that occasional stare
I like the way that you do up your hair
I'm

with my love and romance
I can't believe he left you in the jungle like that if you were mine
I'll be right by your side if you were mine I'll love will