me in your stereo and blame me for the murder sock me up and get me carried off I know I said murder befo' - murder murder, FUCK IT murder Make it fo
, when something caught my eye It was a silhouette of a beautiful woman, bright with life Carrying my first seed, looking like she gone bear fruit tonight We at the African street
get a fresh buck 50 We got guns, money, liquor, drugs We right here until they come get me C'mon, yeah, ah, hah, nobody, c'mon Yeah, c'mon, yeah, c'
New Year's! Fuck that, let's get this paper! [Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo I was sitting at the table thinking How the hell do I murder these M.C.'s, sting
off they cheekbone, gotta take meat From they ass, to sow it back, I'm a beast, holmes It's ground beef, in the streets, so we street's clone Like fresh
You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility Inmate, state your name, Darren This phone call may be monitored and recorded Press 3 if you
can't touch us Why niggaz bring the ruckus? Because release day is bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers Chorus: Just some ghetto boys Living in these ghetto streets -- these ghetto streets
uh hun, uh hun, shit, My mind playin tricks, my mind playin tricks... Uh! I don't give a fuck, no! I don't give a fuck, no! Sex, money, murder, we call
brown man A vegetarian, no goat or ham Or chicken or Turkey or hamburger 'Cause to me that's suicide self-murder Let us get back to what we call hip hop
-arranger. Call me yo homie then yo stranger. Hit em up wit one finger. One thumb, never high anger. And the thing was mother fuckers didn't love me. See me in the streets
don't give a fuck if it was D T's They be up like the sea breeze on C C's And they handin' out these murders like free cheese Could you pass me the
up We keep a clip in our shit, keep a brick on the trip Keep a chick in the whip, gettin' licked the six Ayo they used to call me, 'Work Out' 'Cause
miles and runnin' Through the rain and the sunnin', when them feed folks comin' Keep your head up youngin', gotta keep ya heads up youngin' The streets
say, if you was around them more often I got honey smokin' weed, it be havin' me coughin' She keep the dog on the leash when we walk in the streets And
? ? ? ? Cus we ain't trippin off chips Everybody on they feet Now we the most hated bye the haters Studio parkin lot fulla Benzos an navigators Man the streets are freezin Keep
go It was once upon a time in the projects show We 'bout this here, we keep the streets on lock yo I heard that they was lookin' for me, know I keep
the street beotch [Chorus 2X] [C-Murder] It's been a long motherfuckin time since a nigga showed me love C-Murder, C-P-3-killer Projects the cold hearted streets
[C-Murder] ***Every soldier need a thug, and every thug need a soldierette. See me, I'm a tru playa ya heard me Chorus: Suga Bear (C-Murder) And I don