patiently waiting. I don't want to know, why I can't let you go. I don't want to know, why I can't let you go. You go.... When the sun burns up, And
We Can Ride To The Beat, Light It Up, Let It Burn When You Vibin' With Me, Gotta Keep It Real To Survive In These Streets, Come See It For Your Self
move, to the city or bike riding (What ya goin to do?) [Outro: Narrator - talking] If you'd like to go to the city, proceed to Track 11 If you'd like
no more So you can do whateva you want You can achieve any goal you want You can get that brand new car You can go into the ether zones You can beam ya
this?" "This Dre" "Yo, Dre, what's goin' on out there in them city streets, my man?" "They jammin' ya" "Ayyo, well, you on the air right now Let niggas out there know who you
thing 'Cause the game go on, you only did two days in the joint - The day you get locked up and the day you go home I know it feels like the world passin
it (that's right) Let yourself go (self go) the way I keep it real with a smile that reminds you of my Bentley front grill (ehehe) Yes it's on again (
we can ride to the beat light it up, let it burn when you vibin' with me gotta keep it real to survive in these streets come see it for your self how
I'm here, hit them down with than AK leavin' bodiez str8 down in the wrong day. All you niggaz if you wanted that shit, can't wait 'till you bitch-ass
) Do it a . . Let's do it again . . . Do it a . . Let's do it again . . Do it a . . Let's do it again . . Do it a . . Let's do it again . . Do it a . .
a loaded Kay Slay pointed at you The end of your beginning, before you even get it started You fucked up, now you in the presence of a heartless Nigga
arch bishop from the darkest district In the killing field planting seeds of dissent Fast fascinating demons flashing dreams of contempt Come on, self contained I'm my own metropolis Go against
Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot 'Cause the streets is a short stop Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump
you You can't find it on a shelf Just let the world know That you're ready for show Count 3 and let go Before you turn around and go home Turn around
I'm here, hit them down with than AK Leavin' bodiez straight down in the wrong day All you niggaz if you wanted that shit Can't wait 'till you bitch
Slow motion better than You love to hear the story again and again About these young brothers from the City of Wind Like juice and gin in the city,
you high I don't know you why the fuck you all in my grill I'm stackin' buck on you niggas, sayin' you so so trill You ain't no killa my lyrics leave