I've put it into boxes (...To this life) Knock out the lights, lock the locks and leave Read the funny card signed by all That was purchased by the person I will always recall Lock
put it into boxes (...to this life) Knock out the lights, lock the locks and leave Read the funny card signed by all That was purchased by the person I will always recall Lock
confirm what I'm about I'm a hustler you can always catch me in the streets puttin it down, makin moves cause Gizzle gotta eat feds tryna lock me up
I was so hot And we again bout to go back to the top (to the top) We gon have the rap game back on lock (on lock) I'm a real "G", career ain't near over
thang (doing my thang) You know that I be doing my thang (doing my thang) Can't stop B Gizzle Verse 1: You know my pimp game tight, mack game official Streets
all the way And you hear that - that's my dawg Kidd Em hmm, uh huh, em hmm - now check it [B.G.] I got the game on lock, just like that Busta run up
got these niggas sayin' that boy babys a crook (a crook?) I got these hoes sayin' that boy baby off the hook (he off the hook) Lockin' down the whole project For self-respect (lock
fuck I'm from Gotta keep it on the real where the fuck I'm from Growin' up in the streets best believe its dangerous They lock us up but the jail aint
with black gats and macs Pay attention to gun blastin And fake buster harassin Smashin, dashin up yo street wit all the lights out Two choppers cocked ready to knot And chop up yo block Lock
] I grew up po', and the streets were rough And when times were hard, a nigga had to get tough So when I was broke, I had to take to the street Ten and
: AMBER, TAMMY & SHELLY Hey look out for that moving van Driving down our streets You better lock up your man Before he meets The New Girl in Town AMBER
of me, Give my baby confidence to be What she wants to be, flyest chick On the block With the golden glow I see, got them boys on lock I see Gangstah
grin on it's face But I know that it knows that I gotta get out Of this place Time to close the day Time to lock the door time to greet the street I'm
I exploded About the suffering passed on to a black man By the money hungry seeking white man Fucking up our streets with pollution Then lock a nigga
Grab my gat, locate my comrads Lets get my enemies, not knowing I'm coming back Go get the money out the safe It's time to turn the streets to a war zone
rounds empty Back for the street fame [Chorus] (One love to my true thugs) Comin to a ghetto near you Street fame (bust) Comin to a ghetto near you Street
In school I seen the white kids with everything I wish I had a big and happy home a mother and a father should' it stayed in school but the streets say
