they gave Forgive em all for all in this to hate ohhh let their be light [Verse 2:] This anit to glorify just painting a street picture There's no
Right across your melon, pronto (I said,Slap!Slap!Slap! Right across your melon, pronto) [Verse 3: Da Brat] You don't wanna get smacked right quick Wit a upper
the upper side we're going down to the mean street Johnny's got a brand new 38 he thinks it's gonna cure his hate Ah it's all done in the mean street
conversation centred on conservation she dropped a tear for the frozen deer in the forest of Upper Thailand (tigerland). Out on the street, blazing with
the hard to touch Y'all niggaz ain't fuckin with us, and plus it ain't nothin like standin on your own two So run them streets, but never let 'em run
the heads, waterbeds citys and towns Bringin strength to the masses that be holdin it down the underground! to upper echelon and beyond Xzibit rock and roll the streets
put away those, childish things Did you not know that your environment has shaped you? Where you were born, in the projects, in the ghettoes In the upper
genocide, sponsored by crack (we ain't goin no where). They couldn't belive how I took charge , and made it describe how I push hard through the streets
I wanted to be wrong, But everyone is humming a song That I don't understand. Now I know that the sun has shined on my side of the street. The basket
he's checkin' for the checkered flag comin' in first never In last cause my car to fast (zoom, zoom) I neva eva run out of gas cause I just to clean I do it upper
street terrorists by terrorists committin' bigger sins Killin' for the dividends and pillagin' millions of men While we just tryin' ta keep respect within the streets
it comes from problems That he had in the past Doesn't like blacks Claims he's upper class Joined the police, got himself a badge Now he rolls the streets
me? Now when she go black, she ain't never coming back I'm sorry Mr. H, I thought you already knew that You'll see her on a black street like Chauncey
on the street and we're screaming like kids The neighbors watch, well, let them talk I can't keep a stiff upper lip any more I can't keep a stiff upper
lose it on the roof of the place When I was drunk and I was thinking of you Every day the children they were singing their tune Out on the streets and
air. But they had that certain presence like the ether or the essence of the cleansing upper atmosphere. Laughing, loving, and without a doubt, they simply strode about the streets
I'm too hard to kill, I refuse to die Sweat tears and blood, paid dues survive In these streets I roam, I've been blessed to live Could've easily got
'll stick to the lick that got me rich Slangin' this dick, the life of a player An old off the street pimp's con game An old off the street pimp's con