Lyrics:
these streets a trip
Protect yah own and live long, man lifes a bitch
With my hopes to survive, I plan tah get rich
And if I die, fuck the cryin' and this
tougher than iron
And everything I do it big I'm talking Christopher Wallace
So much money on me that it won't fit in my wallets
And these are Rock
known for robbing trains and things
Laying everybody down for diamond rings and chains
It remains the same in the year you live in, see (why?)
'Cause
Tippin 4-5 yeah I drive from the passenger
I talk it, I live it, admit it, you name it, I did it
I'm pimpin' these bitches I got it you never gon' get it
'Til we all got triangles on our wall
He ain't just rapping for the platinum, y'all record
I recall, 'cause I really been there before
Four scores
'Til we all got triangles on our wall
He ain't just rapping for the platinum, y'all record
I recall, 'cause I really been there before
Four scores
mind.
Breaking through these walls, with the 4th dimension down.
I’m a full-blown optimist still in my prime.
Hear the beep beep from a Jeep
Pull up in the Porsche if the Benz got in an accident (fuck)
I'ma have to get my car wrapped again
I'm back again, back against the wall
Tryna live it
Oh Lady,Since you walked out of my life
It feels like the world is just caving in on me
Damn, I can't live in these four walls all alone
And you
a saint, could take you where the Lords of live
I pimp walk, voice echoing back this that Grinch talk
High cheek bones up on that bike she look like jigsaw
Here's a a song of young
Lives lost before their time
Of four daring lads cut down in their prime
In a land that longs for
Freedom and for peace
It's
somehow spinnin' around
Wheel me down the hallway, arms strapped down
With sedatives.
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Hangin' all out the neck from the IV
Sedatives for
clapped
Black was in the Jeep watchin
All these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun
And yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown cat's through, blazin
live by a real simple philosophy
If you stay grounded watch God keep giving you reasons not to be, can't (lose)
It's not in my plan to (lose), if I
beam
some nigga you was tru to
punk motherfucker try to get me, he'll get you
suckas don't live on these streets
I'm from the ghetto
)
Let me live my damn life
With the flaws and all
Club packed wall to wall
Dub sack sparked me and all my dawgs
You act hard we'll shut shit
the Glock can't solve
This a hit it circulate it revolves back around till all you niggas fall
Team in motion no we never gone stall
Walking tall two by four
back to reality
Don't fear death, cause I know that it's promised to me
Flashes, I get flashes of Jason
Gimme a knife, a million lives I'm wastin
reminiscing
Im stuck in 4 walls no laws
Feel like i'm in prison
Counting 123 hippidy hop
Like hopscotch
Top in the drop
Gotta pop in the top
Big cat in
I come home too high to pray, but I get on my bed
Lay on my back and meditate, anyway, in the ceilings, the four walls
It's like cell therapy I got
and walls
That keep you from the cold
Perhaps you've never thought
But bricks and mortar are a mould
Every value that I live by cast
In curtain rails
in my eyes
If this the only chance I get, then you can bet I'mma ride
I got my back against the wall but my hand on my tool
'cause niggaz gotta give
the soundtrack to the realness right here
Niggas in too deep, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's all real, what, what
Live, nigga what, what, nigga
Uh
Yo, ayy,
me in the streets
Yeah yeah whats the word of mouth
All these lil' freaks turn me off
Pretty in the face need your space
When you walking by you set it
_(cropped).jpg/208px-Miley_Cyrus_Primavera19_-226_(48986293772)_(cropped).jpg "Miley Cyrus")
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