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Down By Law Man On The Street

the man on the street -- he doesn't know my name but i am sure we're not at all the same man on the street -- ou know he looks like me but he'll never

the man on the street -- he doesn't know my name but i am sure we're not at all the same man on the street -- ou know he looks like me but he'll never

and I'm gonna Tell and rebel every time I'm on a Microphone on the stage, cold illing The knowledge I drop will be heard by millions We ain't the problems

possessed the chemistry, make history eventually They thought we'd break the penititeniary Made his mom break down at the wake mentally Right now its chilly and cloudy days Man

me paper man Man I'm a honey mackin Hillside hustler man The Hillside didn't raise no buster man Mmm, you can find me, in St. Louis rollin on dubs Smokin' on

on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, don't make me hurt ya Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on

other J.D. rolled by and smoked black's brother Reached in his coat and grabbed a 'port Full speed down Reed, shot his mom on the porch On his way down

t even dropped, when it's dropped I'm gettin' mo Wish I could go down every street But da fuckin' narcotics say I got death on me Niggas they try to

I keep my ears to the street 'cause that's my job But even the streets can steer you wrong I'm walkin' with one man above me Nuttin' on my waist, but