go home and look down my street. (It's bittersweet) This is a symphony The bittersweet of life, of life. Walk on with your scars, don't turn around run
in but don't touch the phone ya heard me? money come money go i know but everytime i flow it's mo money fa sho ya heard me? in the street niggas sayin
, doing) Sure I do I'm from the streets where the Hood could swallow a man, bullets will follow a man There's so much coke that you could run the slalom
about discussing prices Cause I ain't tryna go broke like Hammer or Mike Tyson Wish you could see my face now Feel like I'm ? See me in streets, be Street
just more discrete about it If i get indited all you gonna do is read about it Somebody Gonna bleed about it Yea these niggas know he about it I never
[Intro:] Most people would consider this illegal [Chorus:] Since we are the best and you agree with me right? No need to debate... the way we run shit
but it's hard to run if at first you don't creep after work take the long way home see a lotta whips dipped out in chrome thinkin about a house but I
re bullshittin'! [gun cocks] Yeah! Yeeaaaah! [Chorus:] Nigga try me son, he best have the heat on him! Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street
it gangsta, I have you outlined in chalk (I, I get it) In the hood if you ask about me They'll tell you I'm about my bread (I, I get it) ?Round the world if you ask about
run this party? (Hell yeah! ) Or do my fella's run this party? (Hell yeah! ) I said do my ladies run this party? (Hell yeah! ) Or do my fella's run this
Let's talk about Washin' clothes for ya Makin' sure you're fresh when you hit the streets Or all these southern chickens to see Let's talk about Not
places you be Who you run with who you having fun with That's how it is when you got a down little chick on ya team You ain't never gotta worry about
my hand Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping My weariness amazes me, I am branded on my feet I have no one to meet And the ancient empty street
but this what I wanna know [Hook] Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit Do you really wanna know about
ain't no dope On the streets And a quarter of time to feed me That's all a nigga like me need Talking about that southern sess now you all up in that
summer skies Baby, baby, baby Be my special one I seen you move in from across the street I like the way you walk, I love the way you run Baby, baby
You can be my fly girl, just you and I, girl The kid ballin' like Jim Jones 'Cause I made about eight million ringtones I'm a certified mack on the streets
It took a long time sittin' in your one and only Niggas said they comin' in a month or so But they run though, how they really want it Want all the rain