morning You know I'm trying to see more Alone in the street All day, all night, all by myself You know that I'm alright Alone in the street 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 p
thugs N Harmony and that's my calvary If you ride with Bone you ain't alone nigga trust us Follow me down these wicked streets I grew up on wanna sound
you fuck with us It's a must we bust and if you stand wit us Nine times out of ten, son you might get bucked Yo, the lost page of a wild rhyme writin' nigga P
street life (living this street life) That hood life (living oh yeah) Living this gangsta Life (Living this gangsta life) Gotta sacrafice (ohow) [Styles
hit it I was like Sheek the man I stopped givin' you the attention I originally planned Den you stopped fuckin' wit me and left me alone The people only seen you wit Jada and P
is Too $Hort baby I don't play that jack One young tender lost all hope I slapped her In the face with my dunkie rolls Another young sucka tried to front my style
another one Yeah From Lil' Kim, the Queen Bee It's ladies night what, it must be Angie on the mic The Butter P honey got the sugar got the spice Roll
Public enemy, welcome to the terrordome This UK money, my phone stay home, I roam Safety on Glock, ice on rock I rep Biggie since Rick Ross reppin' Pac Styles P
throw them bows Home alone said you better lock them doors (Lil' Romeo) Now big bird was posted up at seasme street Uptown whodi screaming c-p-3 (Master P
thrown} yeah Uhh, here's another one, and another one Yeah Lil' Kim, the Queen Bee It's ladies night what, it must be Angie on the mic The Butter P
Yeah Lil' Kim, the Queen Bee [Verse One: Angie Martinez, Lil' Kim] It's ladies night what, it must be Angie on the mic The Butter P honey got the sugar
Pimp] I know that y'all feel me now Since we dropped that Versatile Know y'all ain't seen my clique in a while We in the hood coming up with killing style
Thug to the Mo Drug dealers in front of the store And all of my niggas in the graveyard Stay hard R.I.P. For all my niggas that run the street I'll be
young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne I'm deep by sound alone
The Wu-Tang Clan will rise again There are many of us, working for the good of the Wu] Tang" "Die!" *sounds of fighting are heard* Verse One: Street
styles than Diana Ross swing Zone like Rick James when he smoke crack You and Charli Baltimore Got something in common Y'all both whack Proof the king P
My life style was sick. Rugged and rough. I called when I can but still was never enough. you up all night wiatin' on my call while I'm in the streets
