hands that sweat The camera pans the away fans end Twenty quid for blues to thrash the reds Then cash that cash, when the ref has said My mates out, his pads a
do a stupid thing like that Coz yeah it felt like we were through though But I could've ruined it, I?m such a twat (I lost you for a minute yeah
could tell him about the dough on the draws That's somethin' I don't know, I swore The coat thing will look dodgy loads more If I don't throw it down
let out a sigh ?Cause I can?t imagine my life without you and me There?s things I can?t imagine doin?, things I can?t imagine seein? It weren't supposed
out free tickets To the wedding of his son. An' me, I nearly got busted An' wouldn't it be my luck To get caught without a ticket And be discovered beneath a
I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free And the streets to a player is the place
worry 'bout the basic stroll Hooking up my Cadillac, and upping my gold A hundred for a full hit, 50 for a hand Throw in a blow job, they'll fuck off grands
, then your my type Don't worry, cuz I won't neglect Inner City Posse is in effect Why don't ya kick a little violence J Street gang so we bang sweet
other way. Don't get sick, don't get wise or they'll gut you with a jistice where everything is lies March down Main Street, complain if you want but
you in the game chokin', like Van Gundy coachin' Your street team, bunch of weaklings Don't ever let me catch your reachin' Respect when a grown man is
t playin' [Repeat 1 while:] I don't even know you, nigga I don't even know you, nigga (What) I don't even know you, nigga I don't even know you, nigga
a.. RIOT MAKER! And I come out bustin... I'm a.. RIOT MAKER! RIOT MAKER! I don't give a damn about nuthin! I'm a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.. Riot
Bad For Tv, You Won't See Me I'm Ridin The Streets I'm A Hustler, People, My Life In The Streets Watch The Game, Get You Life In The Streets My Watch,
on deck and everything that's mines I protect with a Tek, I don't half step Now I got ends and I'm rollin a Lexus, fuck a Benz, and so many new friends
worry 'bout the basic stroll Hooking up my Cadillac, and upping my gold Throw in a blow job, they'll fuck off grands A hundred for a full hit, 50 for a
baby's be goin' crazy While niggas bet he dippin', you know they got that That street money, that street, that street money That street money, that street, that street