Out there (Out there, out there) In the street you know (In the street you know) I'm strugglin' (Strugglin') Trying to survive Out there (Out there,
[Girls singing chorus x2] Out there, (out there, out there) In the street you know, (in the street you know) I'm strugglin', (strugglin') Trying to survive
Prevod: Cormega. Pravi pomen.
were taught not to since Supreme Court and death got a nigga losing lots of friends My pen's immortal like Mommy in heaven No man can harm you An army of angels with true
Your man died from sharin' with people You know that dope good if you said "it's diesel" Now you staring at your kids room, but it don't seem true It
sun we must first get past the rain A lyricist similiar to Donnie Hathaway Clearly superior to many all I really lacked was fame The +True Meaning+ that
[Verse 1] When I came home from jail we was brothers Your beef was my beef Remeber that time with Butta on your video set When he was talkin' bout shootin
[Girls singing chorus x2] Out there, (out there, out there) In the street you know, (in the street you know) I'm strugglin', (strugglin') Trying to
It's time to separate the rookies from vets Pussies from threats, truth and lies Supplies from dealers and death Im feeling this, I'm young and ruthless
It was eighty-five Queensbridge was crazy live Smitty was an icon His son had and MB5 Shan was the man on the rap tip Marley on the beats, Big Wag on
[Cormega] Everybody who shake your hand Ain't your man Its real, if you sleep you better wake up man Don't be a fool, learn the rules Put your faith
[Verse 1] Dress don't impress me (uh) Ain't no love, your death won't affect me How dare you? Think I fear you Or won't retaliate, Nigga, bring it to
(feat. Large Professor) [Cormega] Ain't too many, as true as us Prestidge elluded us, 'til recently Yo son I still be, in the streets Was raised me,
I hope this ain't a bad time, did I wake you? I've been meaning to talk to you, come over Take a walk with you, if you don't mind I think its time I
even chop a ki 'Cuz even when I chill the D's are still clockin' me Rookies on their fours havin' wet dreams of knockin' me See me jumpin' out the mean
[Cormega] Your depiction of a thug nigga, is fiction Your words hung my nigga lines were drawn You sided with the judge I ain't a hater I don't love
