duce double 0 duce Lay, B, Wish Flesh (Bone Thug Bone Thug Bone Thug) I think its time we take these niggas back to the god-damn streets (swattin nigga
Wish Bone (Bizzy Bone) {Bizzy Bone & Wish Bone}] Time after time, everywhere I look, everywhere I turn, niggas talkin bout death. Like a nigga can't dream
stuck in this penetentiary called life Deciphering wrong from right Dodging these institutions these niggas shooting Puttin' the oldest far from life, Facing a brick wall at a stand still Was it a dream
livin for A rich man or a poor man, a pawn or a king You can live on the street, you can rule the whole world But you don?t mean one damn thing Refrain
work, working man I lost my pension, they took my ID These were my friends, these were my dreams These were my hopes, these are my dreams Can you hear
man Work, work, working man I lost my pension, they took my ID These were my friends, these were my dreams These were my hopes, these are my dreams Can
don't give a damn so fuck you too On the street - wasting away begging for money - a dying friend selling your body - you heroin addict no hope, no dreams
hit by the 4-4! Chorus: B-Real You're in the game called life, son - how you're livin it Street corner kids growin up blowin up You chase dreams you
a supply & demand any will You went outta line with the wrong man then get killed When ya damned if you will & damned if you don't Lotta dudes sayin
Litterin In The Streets And The Club District Is Poppin Like Literally Every Week And Promoters'll Push Flyers Money Exchange Hands Liars Sell You They Dreams
and she just don't care Everyone wants to play her game Walking down the street, she's every guy's dream I hate the homecoming queen I'm pretty damn
of a nigga fuckin my ho At the mo-mo I left up out the house, my mind was still in a daze I left the street sweeper, dragged around in a rage Paranoid
have to go 'cause they don't know wack So all you fill the streets it's appealing to see You wont get out the county, 'cos you're damn as free You've
back. They just have to go 'cause they don't know wack So all you fill the streets it's appealing to see You wont get out the county, 'cos you're damn
Just a lil' bad black boy, it ain't my fault After school snack syrup and fo' pieces of bread Granddaddy why yo' eyes so God damn red? "Got a real soft
out to all you ladies out there. A lot of you won't grow up to be lawyers or doctors, but you have a dream. And I think you should follow your dream
dead presidents. Sound crazy? Well it isn't. The ends justifies the means, that's the system. I learned that in school then I dropped out, Hit the streets
involve her In the life of a gangster,use to rob bankster But now I'm locked up,I'm just a punk low rankster Jail cells know me too damn well Seems like