choose Wearing nice new shoes Do it, do it If you're going through hell If you're going through hell If you're going through hell If you're going through hell Keep going
new shoes! Do it, do it! [Chorus:] If you're going through hell! If you're going through hell! If you're going through hell! If you're going through hell! Keep going
nice new shoes! Do it, do it! [Chorus:] If you're going through hell! If you're going through hell! If you're going through hell! If you're going through hell! Keep going
on the streets we're the baddest bitches in this fucking city (B.G.) One short, one tall, and one a dog (Baby) But see that dog bitch nigga she gone catch hell
I was wrong Never that my daddy was going away I was wrong Him and my momma went through they little stages Always fight threw em out and made him walk the streets
hear that you're going through some hell pal But life makin records ain't easy It ain't what I expected it's hectic it's sleazy But I guess that the streets
sleep until there is no light I'm wide awake all through the night. Dinner may suck but I'll take a bite, I do whatever I can. My muscles stiffen through
But I can see right through you Burn it up, burn it down Burn this sucker to the ground Oh yeah, oh yeah Going, going, going, gone There's a party going
I can see right through you [CHORUS] Burn it up, burn it down Burn this sucker to the ground Oh yeah, oh yeah Going, going, going, gone There's a party going
with a mob and creepin through the neighborhood robbin damn It's a man on the roof with a gun, better run It's your chance Runnin through servin a
run with a pump in my car And fuck who you are You're fucking with a couple of niggas that's really insane I'm talking loco, crazy as hell It ain't just
: [Verse One] My first mission Running through the hood with small jacks My memories popping in my head recall that Late night creeping through the alley
Springsteen By his axe through our streets By the time we're done The Boss Will look like a side of beef We've got plans for other wankers Who might come through
clue what's really going on between the lines. One percent's the truth, clean and in full view, 99 percent is dirty lies. Got to throw back the covers and run through the streets
I'm just inches away I'm splitting your shit wide open, no stitches could save So die with your eyes open, you hope this isn't the way You end up going
I can't sleep) It's a long year pretending I belong here (Belong here) Verse 2: Eminem I'm going for broke, gambling and playing for keeps Everyday in the streets
mind to that time? Because I, I walk the streets alone I hate being on my own And everyone can see that I really fell And I'm going through hell Thinking
before my eyes He wanted my life The wicked shit I speak was never ment for the weak I'm running outta time Going outta my mind Dodging demons in the street
