hip hop
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #3,882
Peak in subgenre #1,863
Author
C. Kerr
Uploaded
March 11, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.4 MB • 128 kbps • 2:34
Lyrics
Verse:
Ayo, forever at peace w/ the streets that I adapt to…
… Piece near the crease of my jeans… they’ll try to trap you…
& its unclear… how evidence appear that wasn’t there…
… Around here, cats just view Jesus as a tattoo…
Aint nothing rare… they giving novel long sentences…
Judges hand em out like they came w/ free memberships…
Life’s a gamble… it’s how you handle ya moves…
… If I run out of ammo, got a handle to use…
Snitches full of information, if they sneaky a bit…
Soon as they start leakin, secrets start leakin n shit…
& this is proof, damnit… cuffs are just a truth serum…
When you sitting in the dark… the whole city had a part…
The mayor was the brains, & cops were on the payroll…
The groundskeeper keys, & the D’s w/ the potato…
Bay bro… speaking might forfeit ya life…
Tux fit right, while dirty felons torchering ya wife…
Hook:
I will… I’ll never stray far apart…
Before I ever talk, I’d rather lay with the sharks…
I will… I’ll always keep you in my heart…
Before I let you go, I’d rather stay in the dark…
I will… never forget about the struggle…
Remember who loved u when u was on ya hustle…
I will… I’ll always keep another duffle…
Full of memories, never place anyone above you…
Dear streets…
Verse 2:
Ayo, my souls burning in this hell hole but Im learning…
Flea the crime scene… getaway driver w/ no permit…
We don’t deserve it… we out here over working…
Shouldn’t take all our royals just to pay the fuckin lawyers…
It’s beyond the booth… & kids lickin they chops…
… Cuhz nylons couldn’t even filter these pops…
Keep a lookout… my hat stay crooked w/ the hood out…
& I’m puncturing a gut, if a slut is gunna put out…
… Trademark slang… slinging dope by the train tracks…
In the rain, frost bit n left my whole face black…
As long as those faces keep smiling in my palm…
… This shit aint really nothing Tylenol couldn’t solve…
What’s a couple losses… in the end w/ double profit…
If ya man hit the coffin, than its just another portion…
… To split one way… Im in Paris on a run way…
Loot said it best… real talk is what the tongue say…
Hook:
I will… I’ll never stray far apart…
Before I ever talk, I’d rather lay with the sharks…
I will… I’ll always keep you in my heart…
Before I let you go, I’d rather stay in the dark…
I will… never forget about the struggle…
Remember who loved u when u was on ya hustle…
I will… I’ll always keep another duffle…
Full of memories, never place anyone above you…
Dear streets…
