the man on the street -- he doesn't know my name but i am sure we're not at all the same man on the street -- ou know he looks like me but he'll never
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all been waitin' for Let's do it, do it, do it This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration Come on, shake ya ass Come on, watch yourself Okay, I'm the man
and I'm gonna Tell and rebel every time I'm on a Microphone on the stage, cold illing The knowledge I drop will be heard by millions We ain't the problems
' down the street what do I see? Crash Task Force, L.A.P.D. Gangs illin', wildin' and killin' Hustlers on a roll like they got a million Girls on the
possessed the chemistry, make history eventually They thought we'd break the penititeniary Made his mom break down at the wake mentally Right now its chilly and cloudy days Man
dark tint, Philly bustin' Carson I'm by myself to *** running mouths like auctionists T Streets my brotha, V V's my brotha And we stay on point like
me paper man Man I'm a honey mackin Hillside hustler man The Hillside didn't raise no buster man Mmm, you can find me, in St. Louis rollin on dubs Smokin' on
s, for what's in the sky I got a grenade launcher. Aint nuthin to do today, so what imma do? Imma bust on the cops, shoot the street light out on the
on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, don't make me hurt ya Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on
'm down by law Tryna play me 'cause I'm rappin', I will break yo' jaw Catch a *** in these streets, make you take clothes off Leave you dead butt naked, man
other J.D. rolled by and smoked black's brother Reached in his coat and grabbed a 'port Full speed down Reed, shot his mom on the porch On his way down
muthafucka tryin' to scrub, you fools It ain't no haps on it, hops, we snaps on the cops And straps on the glocks And take the law into our own hands
t even dropped, when it's dropped I'm gettin' mo Wish I could go down every street But da fuckin' narcotics say I got death on me Niggas they try to
I remember how I used to walk up and down the streets of the city of New Orleans. Bound by drugs, bound by alcohol, commiting the different acts of sin
I keep my ears to the street 'cause that's my job But even the streets can steer you wrong I'm walkin' with one man above me Nuttin' on my waist, but
But man hunny, better pay me paper man Man, I'm a honey mackin', Hillside hustler man The Hillside didn't raise no buster man You can find me in St. Louis, rollin' on
