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Post by J$crILLa on Jan 27, 2006 3:31:33 GMT -5
in these streetz mufuckaz on they own/ let me first tell u bout my home/ shelley lane, kipling drive/ feel tha pain just tryin 2 survive/ 'these streetz have no love in they heart, these streetz is so crazy they tear u apart'/ quoted by the homie 'A', we dont play/ the shit we say is shit dat happen everyday/ so play attention, learn some lessons/ the streetz is hard so get to bench pressin/ gain some muscle, get on tha hustle/ work overtime to make ya money double/ stack fast cash then watch it bubble/ watch out for haterz, snitchez n bitchez/ quik have ya brought down over digits/ numbers & cash-signs have u on lockdown/ F-B-I, feds in town, cops all around/ so stay on tha low low, avoid them po po/ or else get ya ass caught in a no no/ back of the squad car, this lifes hard/ remember bein young, playin in backyards/ now those same yards, where u bang at/ slang that cane at, make ya name at/ next thang ya know where u been slane at/ murder 1, your cousin owned the gun/ his cousin the 1 that pulled the trigga/ no joke, your ass got laid out over figgaz/ money over family, tha streetz is watchin/ the concrete is plottin, game never stoppin/ no matter who droppin, the block still poppin/ whether win or lose, the street gets the credit/ so as the homie said it, as yall read it/ 'these streetz have no love in they heart, these streetz is so crazy they tear u apart'/
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Post by B~nice on Feb 2, 2006 10:13:17 GMT -5
ill
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