's a one way street Full of broken people Walking the narrow line And acting so cool Acting so cool We're walking down a one way street We walked the streets
game The flame I throw, crack change came from blow, push the O's Six lay close, hug the streets, I hug the beat, change flows Thug the streets, my love
the back way, New Jersey transit cops were open I'm hopin, that they don't go inside my boots Cause we had everything, from jewelry to thai-one suits
the deepest Darkest, ghetto streets of South Central, L.A I jack for jewels Watch when you bail, it's right across the streets From hell, and no one
in a ploy I needed another path or I'd self destruct I was down on my luck, my head was so fucked A menace rollin' the streets is what I was Holdin'
know we was signing to Jive Dropped, "Too Hard to Swallow" "A Pocket Full of Stones" Put the remix on "Menace" shit we had it going on Got, love in the streets
it's too hot to lay in the street They find shaded areas a few feet from the heat 'Cuz if not, then, it will be costing one Who will soon evaporate
the hold of the devil control And roll deep, keep it underground for the streets I'm the last sayin, get 'em outta bounds, retreat Like ants in this war dance, if one
way, just did a dime for a brick of the Yay' I'm switching up my bricks like my kicks with my lay Rule number one, never keep them bricks where you stay
it off and let's get down for the crown [Scoob] Let the place.. rock.. that ill shit [Big] One two.. one two.. one two.. [Scoob] Brooklyn.. JFK, all
me a large double slam and... Nope What? Can't do it Why not? No meat? No meat Man, damn... all right then, I'll take a salad then Better grow yourself one
my Shit is gonna be a slip knot ? We reign ?? Tech is coming way clean If you ain't Regime Then fuck ya! [Poppa L.Q.] We the real street criminals Regime
criminal zone One time can't keep the law in order 'Cos everybody's goin' crazy for a quarter You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area The way
ain't no way your bullet proof vest can protect that bird chest, nigga Call me the night creeper, the grim reaper Like boss is deeper, can't escape the street
let my little homies Ride on yah Bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches {ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up} Get out the way yo Get out the way yo Biggie Smalls
it off and let's get down for the crown [scoob] let the place.. rock.. that ill shit [big] one two.. one two.. one two.. [scoob] brooklyn.. jfk, all
being the prick if you push me, won't hestitate to stick my dick in you pussies So however you want it, you got it, you can get it Anywhere you like it whichever way
wit the cannon Should of seen the way that I was blazin at the cats Twist of the wrist, while I was pattin one back Like that kid did to Menace, when
