about the boy on the street I want to see him on his feet and you heard my scream and you heard my scream for the man on the street he's praying for some
Cyborg, android, d-boy, decoy, water, wisdom, tightrope, vision, insight, stronghold, heartless, ice cold, mystery, mastery, solar, battery Some will
for you, boy? Then, toy, get out Syndicate mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks You try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook Want some of me? You're on
so murderous, murderous Touchin' us never that Bone Thug still the crack Crack and I can't lay back on the comeback Spit on these niggas, spit on these
shit, I got 2 sisters and a brother, and I learned to harmony on the streets of the Clair, that's where I'm from, y'all, on the streets of the Clair
the boss Papi's moves was false,now he lost,the streets cost (Chorus) (Verse 2) C-Murder Im havin visions of a nightmare,every suckas playin me close Im on
get all excited just write it from the inside let the pen slide and spread the ink on the papyrus come understand this (what?) Paint the canvas givin you my vision
No matter where I am bless me with all your light, I'm on a train brain vexed connect and then I feel blessed Whether day or night I'm on the street midtown
grammar to get them hoes up out they seat Bouncin' beats all down the street out them Buicks on chrome 'n' blades And even though it's Christmas day we still eatin' on
wit' a limp and I talk wit' a lingo Party with a buncha bad girls in a Pinto Run up on a motherfucker wit' a dull pencil Sharpen up a number 2 on his
been to Texas, there's a picture to paint 'Cause we doin' it real big, in case you thinkin' we ain't It's lots of money on these streets, bein' spent
back into they holes They slither, in the streets of Brooklyn, New York Slither in the streets, of Manhattan In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx Streets
vision Of you chump Stomped on a different ground Sound second to none Synthesizers tweet To improvise your feet I calculated every lyric to arrive on a beat It's free Come get high on
curse on a verse, they did it worse First I put a curse on every verse I kind of got outrageous Check it, even made a record on how I'm doing on the
my thang {Styles} weight on my back hate in my heart blood in my eye foot on the gas blunt in my mouth lovin the ride hand on the gun ear to the street
war to the streets Why fear me, fear the shit I speak Once this shit drop it's heard on every fuckin' street Like the sound of police who run the street
