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like war in the streets So the freaks give me ass like toilet seats Get at me you really think you holdin' Big Daddy? So wheres your indoor court and bowling alley
Caught in the crossfire and there (crime and passion) ain't no wind of change I'm talking of crime and passions rage Summer of maddness or the undertow Drag me up an alley
cat, look at me, stomach like a Volkswagen Still I can handle my, business got these hoes braggin Ice Cube put it down (bitch I am the dragon) I am a
map, TO PUT MY NIGGAZ ON THE MAP Freak slacks as I stagger pack a dagger ready to drag or bag a punk in the alley, like an O.G. but not from Cali Crooklyn
her plastic bags Takes her last gasp, psycho killer fucks her in the ass Body parts left by the trash Psycho-evaluation, alley's and train stations Lurkin
at night He's on the ground covered in chow main and duck sauce Cut his face the fuck off, killed him and he got tossed Into an alley where I cut him
the old main drag There the he-males and the she-males paraded in style And the old man with the money would flash you a smile In the dark of an alley
got it right? Oh, baby. They filled us full of false illusions and promiscuity, And they led us down that class-less road to mediocrity. As we walked down that alley
detroit Pull up aside of a 1977 Sittin back and sippin my cronic 7 And I'm about to get down Look at me changin lanes Twin pipes lookin like dragon's
got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back [Raekwon the Chef] Take it back to the (?), leanin gettin rec room punch We in them authentic alley
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cannot hold me, then I saw Colors that ruin you 'way Ttaken what you are, yeah, you'll get real far Don't you know that I'm an Alley Cat And I stay
to my house, honey Ain't nobody home but me Hurry on down to my house, baby Oh, I'm blue as I can be I love you, you love me A-hurry through the alley
past Detroit Pull up aside of a 1977 Sittin' back and sippin' my cronic 7 And I'm about to get down Look at me changin' lanes Twin pipes lookin' like dragon
the brown bag, at the same time throw up the brown rag In a brown rag, let it down and let the back drag Until the back alley, grita la pare ese lil
good things and bad things occur I know what time it is, homey what's the word? I kick back on the valley with my eyesight blurred All up in the alley
the brains because you?re wretchedly sick and deranged. Cause you's a vulture a wicked vulture! Pick at the heart pick at the soul Pick 'em and drag
