ass Straight up to seem Crass pitchin’ hard with a gangster Lee *CHORUS At the age of 21 A criminal at it’s peak Just walkin’ down the street still
're not alone I know what it's like to be denied at everything you do It's not the same reason why that Makes you change the things that you once knew
another I guess its just another I guess its just another night alone Now as I walk down the street I need a job just to sleep in sheets Buying food every once
He cant take the street no more Street too full full of junk Thinks hell hide in his room Room too full full of junk He turns to his t.v. t.v. full
cause it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin when I starved I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, shit was hard Went to God once in a while when it
choose ,..wounds so herendous from frensicsing it to analyzing the bruise blows we never come in singular they commin' in twos, my crew be startin' the ruckus once
to duck you all Thats why you betta move tight wit ya click Niggas be thirsty and quick just to be out before the night wit ya shit We keep it street
the fader Putting it down for the streets regardless what you saying playa! How many times am I gunna have to tell y’all? Flipmode run these streets,
for tha year of 1996. UH! Rampage the Last Boy Scout is who I be, here to take you on another ride of the Flipmode explosion. Street to street, land
booie and clef the trainers, prazwell promote the throw [lauryn hill] We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing Now we perfect slang like a gang of street
whole lot of Motherfuckers pourin in. all right baby, lets go. [spliff star] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. ladies and gentlemen. straight from the Motherfuckin street
name on the way on top of the now list Bangin on every level, droppin the now shit It's like the feelin after watchin a couple of (?) flick And once
adios or even buenos notches Have y'all niggaz wildin having a fit Flame throwing lyrics like a bunch of blowtorch in this shit Grand spectacular, chainsaw massacre Thug fanatics street
, for you, you, you, you, you, you, you [Verse 1] Yo, right before I lay your soul to sleep Witness the day of your wreckin and wit god on the street
the air we breathe The air we breathe, air we breathe She stood beside me once again I knew her face We met before in the street Recalling all the
the effects when he says Forgot to count how many times he been blessed So he falls off track, starts smoking the crack And once it hits his brain,
my thoughts Nigga You catch a hundred if you speaking in court I'm feeling like Michael Just before the verdict Sweat on my forehead I'm anxious and nervous These streets
this Terror Squad behind this [Chorus] I got the streets on smash, niggaz on the corner watching me roll past The bitches they all gasp saying! "Once