on the street talk cut your life support short Never had no love for you so it ain't no love lost Strictly enforced by the street stories get double
path now they road is wiser A quiet man's a giant when his code is silence Speak volume, loud dudes ain't always liver My city never sleep, I'm a born
game I brought some ringers through Go ahead, say my name, the type to look for drama I snatch your chain, test out your body armor My reputation like
the fame, but my name was missin' the art So I'm drawin' the line, and I'm crossin' the Ts And I'm dottin' my I's, barely catchin' my Z's But I'll be
ll be makin' my way I wanna get there some day I'll be makin' my way Past the one eyed jocks, layin' rail road tracks in my soul I'll be makin' my way
up to the table, looked into my eyes Then she turned around and shook her behind So I said to myself, it's time for me to release My vicious rhyme I call my
pair of ugboots In the back is my lucky dingo And he attacks like a punch from Kimbo Slice, dice scratch my lyrics And see my DJ? Yeah that's my lizard
your picture at the funeral No casket, you bastards be missin' My jewels, my whip, my rims, we bitchin' My guns be the heat that'll make you blister My mens, my
with all the gifts that life can give some people struggle hard for emotions tryn' to find that code in life to live by well I ain't singing for my brother
coke fields have to be ready The spirit of my people is starving, broken and sweaty Dreaming about revolution (REVOLUTION!) looking at my machete But
to try (dj paul) 1991 was the year 901 was the area code 38116 was the zip code of all the roads we road Now let my story be told A young boy dropping
ran my mouth My and my crew would constantly hit the brew, a natural high How can you make it in this world, but to try of die 1991 was the year 901 was the area code
raps you stroll Lease a finance one chance be my CD entity Your energy is too low to bite my slug You get drug behind bars and death is stoled on Your code
it's my time, I could write it in the script and sell it, This kind of story many n-ggas don't live to tell it, I put my life in this sentence, like a
Give me back my broken night My mirrored room, my secret life It's lonely here There's no one left to torture Give me absolute control Over every living
I dropped out of high school It bored me to death They taught me a dress code And lodged my respect I flied up to New York And learned from the plants
and journalists Even biters will turn up man, to see who can be me Better than me it's a permanent, smile on my face Because you said you don't like my
your right to bear arms, peace to salute the prostitutes Constitution, precious moments in her life From stark 8, eternal is life, extremely fast [buddha monk] Yo, this life