are Baby, to me you're a star, ghetto as you are Don't change a thing I like you just the way you are, are, are Baby, you're my star, ghetto as you are
to discover hopes Scuffle for notes, the rougher I wrote, times was harder Went from rock star to the voice of a martyr Why white folk focus on dogs
line a buck three, oh Hoes wit' it but never gave a fuck before I'm frontin' a hundred on top, and ones below Bitches fuck you star hoes, my hoes run
streets of New York On the streets of New York On the streets of New York On the streets of New York On the streets of New York On the streets of New
But still that same raggy, quite import in my garage I swear on every ounce of blood in my mama's veins That I walk these dogs across this country,
gotta die hate Well fuck it, I'ma do it 'cause the streets put me to it See y'all niggas is late See it's big face, big living, big dogs and big pimping
gets busy, whether dressed in Croc'dile or Lizzie You can catch a hot ball from a all black Lizzie Start flamin', watch cats start they explainin' Should've known when around my dogs
The hammers on 'em, and they ain't out looking for meat I'm jumping out cars, I'm giving you permanent stars Your hardest nigga, you can't compare him
or get your vocal cords cut motherfucker Wavin' the four-four I'm headless nigga, but I packs a big piece Blastin', they let assassins loose on the street
it down Twelve hundred sixty two grams Heavy chevy runnin fuck it It's a bucket trap car Red dogs to my nigga Trying to trap a track star Hell naw we
radio* (humming) (U-God) Night falling, red dawn, without warning or beef Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep wit' cats and dogs
the dark So, you will always be in my heart with unconditional love Just got the message, you've been calling all week, been out here Hustling on these streets
steelo real niggas never talk just listen This deuce shit comin' wit heat up out the kitchen Rough niggas in the street will bust for the bread and meat Deuce 57th Street
done dealt that too long And my pops it don't help that you gone, myself to move on Its scary and I'm gonna need help Streets flaunting me, dogs and
, uhh Street dreams are made of these Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key Everybody's lookin' for somethin' Street
Throw your flag up Rollie Fingers in the back, son rolled the bag up Street had the pen and the pad, he threw a tag up Uncooked beef in the street, they
and will support through To see a little league, a Babe Ruth baseball game Niggas was down there cuttin' up or throwin' thangs Chasin' five off for hot dogs
dudes is whack, face it the Wu is back Take it back to the people, leanin' gettin' rec room punch We in them authentic alley switchin' joints major general Niggaz, five stars