on the street for years and don't give a damn So I'm thinkin' about them, friend The real motherfuckin' gangstas wanna see me end It's gonna end up in
a lot of players got this story to tell No matter how cold you roll, you simply cannot win It's always fun in the beginning but pain in the end Pain,
wouldn't strike back" mack ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and then puts us to hell They started it, there's no way to mend it, we'll end it My crew'll hit
That I'm fightin' for the girls that never thought they could win 'Cause before they could begin you told 'em it was the end But I am here to reverse the curse that they live
's where the life is That's where I'm hiding Behind closed doors (Behind closed doors) Behind closed doors (Behind closed doors) Behind closed doors There's a man who lives
Billy left home one morning, he walked right out the door He said goodbye to his former life and he never came back no more Oh Billy, there's anger in
Tyga and Jay Sean:- A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ah Life life Im living my life life Got a bitch wit an ass so nice Night
lets get past it now even when I throw them deuces you just send it back around [T.I] Your wrist and fingers glisten ice cold like Michigan eh look at what we living
I reach Heaven's door Say woah ooh Woah ooh Everybody say woah ooh Woah ooh Heaven's door Say woah ooh Woah ooh Everybody say woah ooh Woah ooh Heaven's door
m your wild girl I'm your ch-ch-cherry bomb Hey, street boy, yo, what's your style? Your dead end dreams don't make you smile I'll give ya something to live
me hit it once more Fake ass niggas get out and close my door It's my house for me to live not yours If I wanted to I could on the floors Through the doors
the people they would gather round You speak of faith with a blaze of glory But those that fear they wanna knock you down Nobody knows where you live
Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know She my woman and she lives next door Every morning 'fore the sun comes up She brings me coffee in an old tin cup
as the deathly procession passes by and monks moan en masse ohohohohohoh (gregorian chants) the yet clean peasant pounds upon the castle door for it
'bout that man The nigga the B.I.G. is high in flight like value jet You thinking about the B team 'cause my end is never met nigga Black man white
It's a small world Nigga you reap what you sow What goes around, comes around If you sleep you don't know A very small world Where beef could never end
lives forever And I promise you that we will always be together Till the end of time So today, I finally find the courage deep inside Just to walk right up to your door
Once I lived on a dead end street With a little bitty woman with big ol' feet It was always dark, we was always poor The number outside was forty-four