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round the city
And you know right where we at
That straight facts
Have a heart attack
Got you lookin back
Tig ole Bitties
And we hella pretty
Keep

Black Market

Black Market Militia

The Black Market Militia

2005

second amendment, I own it
Just give me a minute, I'm zonin', like Pagan prisons, I'm thronin'
Say my name, vision a Roman, the Trojan spittin' on omens

to tax it
Guess I gotta go because we really need to have it
It aint nothing tho because I do it for the family
Nigga by December, I'll be living in

street have a dead end?
No
Where do you live in the states?
Chinatown
Why are you here now?
Went to China, now I'm back
Must've been a few years now
Have

Limitless potential
they don't know what our range is
Shooting all around from different places and ranges
I be taking facts and I face it
No need to second

no savior, we got our own goddamn game
Streets of redemption, where only real niggas reign
You want a rapture, I've got one right here in my fuckin'

niggas lame
I'm ready to take it to some "G" shit
Street shit where caps get peeled
And wigs bound to get split i'm off Valence
Ain't no doubt this BG

and the disguise in us
Lived in Nazareth that's
Similar to our urban streets  till He
Was 30 and rejected by His town peeps
Know what it's like to be shunned, hung

Heavenly Father

Lil' Kim

La Bella Mafia

2003

the
Gas runs out (there goes ya Benz)
They just don't make my breed no more
Nobody lives by the code of the street no more
I don't deal wit the nonsense,

fight it, hard to stray
Some people have nothing
They're living life lonely
Sleeping out on the streets at night

Listen, I'm from the roads
Where there's

him he wants to be free
He's got no one trying to help him or to save me

Raised by family but not his mom
Bobby at a young age was banished to Guam

Journey Through the Life

Nas

Forever [Clean]

1999

a fifth, wonderin' if ten shots can stop spirits
If nigga's try to rob me then I won't hear it
Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood

repeat my name
In every single song, you hearing Jesus reigns
No I ain't much of nothing, nothing but a sinner bro
By grace I'm more I praise the Lord,

through hell
Gained every stripe or strike to His name
Been cruising through insane Phases
No matter the dangers
I can face em
Right or wrong
I pick

went, I could feel that on my backside

I said, oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
They would grab me by the hand
And you start taking off like

and see what kinda shit you on 
But na fa you ima be there fa my daughter every step along 

Gotta get my paper long 
Feel like the streets where I belong

Put my name in yo order like 5 times
I eat up the beef like it's Five Guys
Go hard for my brothers till flat line
Never bought me a watch
Didn't have

him for The Ol' Dirty Bastard
I call him Jesus (Jesus, Jesus)
There is no obstacles that you have to jump
There's no walls that you have to climb
This

his dad did
He had no brothers, no sisters, no friends
Just a cousin down the street tryna make ends meet
He ran guns for funds, sold drugs, and pimped

them by name
So now, who am I?
Just a rapper with a mission a passion
With a gifting that you can witness
While I manoeuvrer through uber fitness
With

I see a world approaching where there’s no more death
No more sorrow or sighing, no more stress
No more sickness or pain, only love will remain
Every

Street, and she got up suddenly
"Where are you going?", pleaded my eyes, "Baby, don't you do this to me
Think of the beautiful children we could have

On the Street Where You Live

Holly Cole

Blame It on My Youth

1992

of every door
No, it's just on the street where you live
And oh, the towering feeling
Just to know somehow you are near
The over powering feeling
That

Bhad Bhabie Story (Outro)

Bhad Bhabie

15

2018

to Florida
And me and ZZ were just like walking like the streets
Where it's like going to the beach and stuff
And people kept taking pictures of me