Lyrics:
another homicide victim
Laying in the streets, seen his mama cry tears as she pray by his feet
kids in thirty years have gained the upper hand
Tomorrow s soldier is on the street
Jeans to the knee boots on his feet
Tomorrows soldiers first
The streets are wet
The lights have yet
To shed their tawdry lustre on the scene
My skirt's too short
My tights have run
These new heels are
ina trance
Shi Stuck ina limbo
Mi talk to har sweet mi kno di lingo
Shi a come back tomorrow and
A bring a bimbo
All wen a jus me A roll by miself
I'm addicted to the street life surrounded by these bright lights loud pipes
Mo'd a grata like a room full of bits
Like life could be a bitch that's
It's common sense you know I gotta
Gotta love you you know I got ya
One way street you know what follows
I'll be by your side tomorrow
I hate being
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
2-P for that, too street for that, lil
Rose , he can't be simped out I know some niggas that'll get you gone by
Tomorrow She a freak, pull out my phone
into the night
Oh miss lilico
Did you say you want me
Oh miss lilico
Do you want me dead
Sunset she hooked me
At night she reeled me in
By tomorrow
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
Live from the jungle also known as the trenches
From where tomorrow ain't promised we wake up cocking pistols
Where the next bitch or the next man
by the way we crawl, you'll know us by our cemetery gaits
Happenstance can wait for tomorrow, ‘cause you got to do it right
Your shoulders flow from
made it legal (wow)
Higher than an eagle, leanin' like Beanie Sigel (I'm leanin')
Flyer than a pilot, jean jacket by Diesel (phew)
All-gold rocket,
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
when I'm awake, but he shows up when I sleep
I can't believe that there's a nightmare, on my street!
It was a Saturday evening if I remember it right
one phone call
All y'all disappear by tomorrow
All your guns is borrowed, I don't feel sorrow
Actually, your man passed the Gat to me, now check this
I could be dead by tomorrow
Forever SMK (Turn It Up KaRon)
Internal War
I could be dead by tomorrow
On Klan
Look, I could be dead by tomorrow
This
Sika hyɛ wo ho aa wo nni problem
Do the leg dance fi di gyal dem
Tomorrow by this time na me client no a confirmy sɛ me si town ne me mandem aa
Sika
Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks,
And waving at the taxis driving by
Now tomorrow's here today
And yesterday's today's just fade away
Watch the morning chase the night
Rolling home, it's
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