Besedila:
U D O Streets On Fire

't no paradise The nightmare's on it's way Insanity appears- in their eyes Streets on fire- ready or not Will the goodtimes return- no way! Streets on fire

't no paradise The nightmare's on it's way Insanity appears- in their eyes Streets on fire- ready or not Will the goodtimes return- no way! Streets on fire

had swinging, like a monkey, I'm always hanging 'round, living off of Vine as in West Philly, 56th Street The kids be getting jay'd on the corner Swing

mugging Lynch, and I pop in a clip and I'm not finna get got, I'ma shoot before I'm shot for the fact I'm B-U-Double D-E-D I'm reaching up in my glove

bright notion and cooked up a potion [cut to Boy standing next to large pot on a fire, filled with letters; Boy holds a bowl filled with more letters in his hand] and feasted on

til the fever is gone Got you cold sweatin', and up creepin' til dawn Wide eyed, off the side, no sleepin' on morn' O.D.'ing, just the side effects

niggas got the streets confused nigga We been on this gangsta thug shit Bitch ass niggas you know what it is Every time we touch tha muthafuckin' booth nigga It's gonna be fire, fire on

a fetish for guns, I always kept a few near Never shot someone but I fired 'em all on New Year's Never lost a fight, I'm like 25-and-O, what! Except that

sewers? Who'd mend my television? Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision? Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video? If there were