morning You know I'm trying to see more Alone in the street All day, all night, all by myself You know that I'm alright Alone in the street 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 p
thugs Bone thugs N Harmony and that's my calvary If you ride with Bone you ain't alone nigga trust us Follow me down these wicked streets I grew up on
: (feat. Styles) [Eve] They usually hate her when she comes around Huh, first lady mobbin nigga hit the ground Next break into that who we what a sound
They used to call me that little white kid Who could rock on the two turntables And that aint no fable Watchin' Eddie Murphy instead of Clark Gable My whole life style
For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside
myself down singlehanded For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne I'm deep by sound alone
push And after we push I leave her Cause I don't love her [Snoop Doggy Dogg] Ha ha, and me neither A-B-C-D-P-G-C Who could it be, it's the D-O-double
was making tapes Sporty as can be and I'm living great Pops wasn't around when he put me in Grab the first [?] and then [Chorus x2] I got style that
Wu-Tang Clan will rise again There are many of us, working for the good of the Wu Tang" "Die!" [*sounds of fighting are heard*] [Verse One: Street
thugs N Harmony and that's my calvary If you ride with Bone you ain't alone nigga trust us Follow me down these wicked streets I grew up on wanna sound
you fuck with us It's a must we bust and if you stand wit us Nine times out of ten, son you might get bucked Yo, the lost page of a wild rhyme writin' nigga P
street life (living this street life) That hood life (living oh yeah) Living this gangsta Life (Living this gangsta life) Gotta sacrafice (ohow) [Styles
hit it I was like Sheek the man I stopped givin' you the attention I originally planned Den you stopped fuckin' wit me and left me alone The people only seen you wit Jada and P
is Too $Hort baby I don't play that jack One young tender lost all hope I slapped her In the face with my dunkie rolls Another young sucka tried to front my style
another one Yeah From Lil' Kim, the Queen Bee It's ladies night what, it must be Angie on the mic The Butter P honey got the sugar got the spice Roll
Public enemy, welcome to the terrordome This UK money, my phone stay home, I roam Safety on Glock, ice on rock I rep Biggie since Rick Ross reppin' Pac Styles P
throw them bows Home alone said you better lock them doors (Lil' Romeo) Now big bird was posted up at seasme street Uptown whodi screaming c-p-3 (Master P
