Word on the street is you?re in heat You need attention from every boy you see I wouldn?t make this up oh no ?Cause your friends are telling me: You?re
Word on the street is you?re in heat You need attention from every boy you see I wouldn?t make this up oh no ?Cause your friends are telling me: You?
been through Peep now, system, handcuffs nigga listen Word up, robbin' white boys to buy blunts The representative, GorTek Assassin thought to be a stallion Yo, I be splashin' Street
been through Peep now, system, handcuffs nigga listen Word up, robbin' white boys to buy blunts The representative - GorTek Assassin thought to be a stallion Yo I be splashin' Street
my only gig, I'm still connected With the boys that can flip a thou to a ticket Wicked My stature when you're in my rapture Meet me on the street?
G 'lex on your wrist Imagine this: About ten karrots on your fist Imagine this: All dime hoes on your list Ha - that shit would be nice But
your bitch", "Word up no shit" Now my first thoughts is the feds had my phone tapped Toted on talk in the Range with the pipe rack Chips might be up under
me get demonic Run up in the club and make the whole place panic Never trust a rat cause dem love chat ya heard Snitch will always be a snitch mark meh word
I must expose you, and tell my boys the truth Listen up my niggaz: "The F.B.I. been watchin' you" Especially if you black, and tryin to leave the streets
I'll be somewhere gettin bent up in a den Sippin gin, while you shook cats just pretend to be something That your not and that's not good my friend On
good die young The flame will burn forever And no one knows your name Bring the boys back home again It was a quiet day On the streets of hope When
live get down Common sense is in your town Verse One: I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter in That be scatterin Over the globe will my vocals be
young boys through To air the strip, shit just be happenin' out the blue I don't be around here, I ain't hip to the news I don't know why that man clutchin' on
wolf, I react to full moons (Aoo) I, shoot up the place so y'all can see You stuck up like them white boys on Harley's be Are you ready to get, high
't "Hee Haw," so don't laugh At the good ol' boys getting autographs In Cincinnati, I know you heard I got fined for the cuss words It's true, baby,
might not like my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch it's true So much death in the Oakland streets Am I gonna live till next week? Will I get shot by a
in the streets (The coolest white boy I know) It's Bubba Sparxxx in the streets (They just mumblin' to be heard) It's Bubba Sparxxx in the streets (
out the gutter, said I wasn't hopeless Every night she prayed for me, I was out on the street Chillin' on the corner with the hand on my heat Eyes open
