Street Life-ACD/l.e.s./Mobb Deep
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TXT Street Life-ACD/l.e.s./Mobb Deep 文本歌词
Street Life (Explicit) - ACD/l.e.s./Mobb Deep
NYC word up
M-O-B-B D-E-E-P A C D burn sometin
Let's get lifted Queens is you wit me
Niggas' shifty I turn around a kid tried to hit me
I back him down wit the 50-50
It had to been the thug in me
Ya tunnel bang and come and get me
The first five hundred b**ches free
He kid with the god jewel and let all my gods come thru
Live niggas on this side of the bar
You get smacked boo
And f**ked too sh*t on me
Well then f**k you
Gone wit your high class a** if you want to
Outta state you be suckin me off and breakin off
W**d b**ch stinks of stallion but my dick went soft
My Mobb got in lock wit Masterlock
Het getcha locks picked
Run up in your spot mask-n-glove sh*t
Queens niggas involved with thug sh*t
You get lumpded
Crank we in the bathroom thumpin
To the three-time losers alcohol abusers
Big money spenders and the Ebineezer Scroogers
Thugs holdin fort wit the sixteen shot Rugers
The CREAM that I redeem will bring a Lex and Landcruiser
Dominant chapter
Assassinin' the obsolete
And my Mobb comes Deep to put the wind beneath your feet
My heart's harder than concrete and nervous streets
Be walked offbeat but still thugs carry heats
I get deeper than skin paragraphs from within
Dear lord my life is trife please forgive for me sins
My kin stay my kin ain't no room for extra friends
One love to my thugs up north in the pens
Be a prophet to raise beat my speech on stage
Nemesis renegade breakin down barricades
These days are gettin rough
'Nother brother handcuffed
Fallen victim to the gameis like style's corrupt
My crime niggas livin - street life
Them Queen niggas livin - street life
My drug niggas livin - street life
My street niggas livin - street life
You thug niggas livin - street life
NYC livin - street life
My Mobb niggas livin - street life
What
For every rhyme I write reality bites
My clique keeps sh*t rolled too tight
Regulate and know the rule
I gets some insight plus info do stickers with my kickos
My 44 will burn that a** like goin raw with nymphos
So protect your lifestyle rock your vest
Or get your teflon put to the motherf**kin test
State pen put on points son you know
Stay on the low got the back oh-no-no
When I'm on a dough blow
Got ta guard you now
Kid you wanna get foul
So now I gotta put that a** back on profile
Change your character you ain't got stamina
Ni**a get that dough I ain't mad at'cha
The Infamous handle business gonna make mines
Forever son kid you heard it thru the grapevine
To my royal thug commitees and outlaws that live the life of Frank Nitty
The big city mobster the C-to-D has made the
God unholy skies forever watch me
The prophecy another chapter there's no stoppin me
Propagation my life story is far from fiction
Cos at one time the 44 bullets took the world
Bring sparks and friction
I anaylse this 'erb so I roll with trife characters
The hardest for the world to cap and shiner like a
Full carat diamond with perfect designin
Philly's and 9 mili's and Coupe De Villey's forever reclinin
To the shoot physicals in this paradox
The world is hot and my plot is to receive grands and yachts
Until then I be a trife individual dwellin in these days
Scorch from the deeez plus the sun's rays
Dead President dreams and million dollar schemes
Killer Queens the land of CREAM fiends
A C D the world terrorist
Stainless Rugers for the intruders and my cipher's Infamous
Thru New York and worldwide
We penetrate your inside
Dmadge drama son
And 9 clips so prepare fro heaven's ride
A C D livin - street life
My ice niggas livin - street life
Them jewel rockin niggas livin - street life
Them crack niggas livin - street life
Them coke-sellin niggas livin - street life
Word NYC livin - street life
My man L E S livin - street life
The whole Queensbridge livin - street life
Word up son we're livin - street life
KnowI'msayin Word up A C D Mobb Deep in the motherf**kin
Yo yo uhhh
Hold me down son (No doubt son)
Back em down son (I got'cha back son)