two years ago Now we're running with no brakes, everyone calling our name You don't realize you're going down Blaming yourself today Is just right because We ride golden streets
I've ever known And like a blind dog without a bone I was a gypsy lost in the twilight zone I hijacked a rainbow and crashed into a pot of gold I've
Clown is comin Look around, your town is crumblin This Big Tech from the midwest, leavin MC's lipless On The Wake-Up Show, make up no, stories about my
pots over hot stoves Mayonnaise jars of water with rocks in them got my whole projects out of order A Kilo is a thousand grams Beige, gold, brown, dirty
Bailer, Don King or don anything A monster, silver back gorilla, pa Though I sleep outside the bing [Chorus: Solomon Childs] Introducing Staten Island New York, New
who got beef, we can take it to the streets Cause shit these niggas talk to the grave with they teeth It's time to meet your maker step into the new
finder In and out of institutions ever since I was a minor But now I'm on the bricks,deep in the mix Crime smarts searching hard for some new street
: [Inspectah Deck] Check out the avenue, New York, New York the Rotten Apple We grapple in the streets to stack loot and slip the shackles I'm currently
give a nigga lights free Switch hustle, been killin 'em ever since (Since) It pays to tell the truth dawg, it only makes sense [Chorus] When they play a new
t have to deal with the landlord 'cause he's a jerk. Me and my mother drove to [Mother:] "Come on, let's just go" Newark, New Jersey. I hadn't even seen
future he would like his kids to have See daddy came Daddy saw Daddy took Daddy got what he gave A new home and new fam And a new working place is what
favors, gave no quarter You all know the story 'bout The lamb's broadway slaughter. Turning a new leaf Turning a new leaf Turning a new leaf Street
Hill singing in the background) Life..... I wonder.... Will it take me under.... I don't know Verse One: Nas Imagine smoking weed in the streets without
my peace, we got a ill click of niggaz Now we got producers with beats We already to put shit down in the streets Been hustling to long,we need a new
: I was walking down the street with my chains tied up to my feet I leaned instead of jiggie with the sidewalk Now this street tells the same old boring
heard a lot of stories So tell me if they're true Oh I would die for you Knowing that you're mine You tell me that you're sorry You say your heart is new
out like I been in the service Clean cut and reserved, but I tote George Garvin The closest thang you hoes seen to picture perfect Your rose gold king
up, just a ghetto story Just a ghetto story, just a ghetto story Just a ghetto story, just a ghetto story And I'm still on As I stroll down the same street
