of crying and the more the colours are drawn from life and the less it seems like you're bound by time and the louder it all and the empty streets
Cut your trick ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased Little Kim, don't conversate with real G's Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets,
m killin em [Chorus] [Talkin:] Hey whaddup cuz, it's 50 cent; What's happnin nigga? [50 Cent:] Ever since the moment I was born I been dyin (Yea) Hundred miles an hour
dirt So blindly we walk the winds of these plagued streets Dead the once feeling park of me Bring forth a wrath of cleansing fire Here now in mankinds bleakest hour
see the sun from here Bloated red and black like death I've seen it before Somewhere there's a one way street Leading to an empty house Maybe you will
silence of the side street In the whisper of the night From the darkness of the empty hours To the early morning light From the hustle down on main street
baby is gone, you might have a chance. Just take me to the place where the white boys dance. They hug in silence, As the sun sets. On their empty street
You are the light You are the light You have the day I have the night But we have the early hours We have the early hours We have the early hours together
Remember when the nights had no end The moon was made for us to keep The winter came the cold the rain And we did nor complain We had our empty streets
, Mr. Churchill says We gotta fight the bloody battle to the very end Mr. Beaverbrook says we gotta save our tin And all the garden gates And empty cans
: Well its 5 in the morning and the light's already broken And the rainy streets are empty for nobody else has woken Yet you turn towards the window
: [Verse One: Xzibit] I don't fuck around I'll break you down in the hours of H All these L.A. Times motherfuckers keepin the pace No need to pull strings
bottle pop. drop some syrup in it. Get out my waffle house. I live in waynes world, rappers in and hours out, and that's how we do, (do it and hours out
to bring you home I would love to bring you home I would love to bring you home 16 hours on my back in a corner and an empty bottle of Jack and a bitch
' 'bout no clientele If I fail I'll rot in jail And if I succeed I'll burn in hell So either way I'm fucked in these streets The Bible says I live my
Posted on the block proper with the hammer vested Bitch came with empty hands, that's the hand she left with Thirsty ass with the water and it sounded desperate Break a white an hour