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I'm back. |
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Street music, shit ain't sweet music. |
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I only got one thing to say |
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I only sing for my people who be struggling like every day |
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(street music, shit ain't sweet music) |
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Stand on my own feet no matter what happens |
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My struggle a grown me to a man, man |
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Kill you on yo' own beat with this rap thing |
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And I still hate the police with a passion |
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So raise yo' glasses, stomp yo' feet |
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I ain't asking, do it if you hungry |
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This that street music |
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Don't get it confused, kid |
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No you thought it was but shit ain't sweet, stupid |
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Uncivilized and I'm drunk as shit |
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So tell the dj to bump that shit |
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If yo' girl screaming and yelling |
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Turning yo' evening to hell, then I'm telling you need to dump that bitch |
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How many times have I told you I don't play |
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Disrespect me ok |
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It goes both ways |
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Coming from the land where the sky's so grey |
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Running with my plans 'cause that's what my mom told me. |
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I only got one thing to say |
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Y'all need to bump this shit until yo' speakers blow away |
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(street music, shit ain't sweet music) |
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I only got one thing to say |
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I only sing for my people who be struggling like every day |
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(street music, shit ain't sweet music) |
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Shit ain't gonna be moving without blood, sweat and tears |
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12 years I've been on the bud and the beer |
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So keep it coming before my buzz disappears |
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Chi-chi man ain't getting no love up in here |
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You need to pay attention |
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And shut yo' little mouth when my name is mentioned |
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Worrying about tomorrow ain't my way of thinking |
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I'm a do what I do, Red ain't regretting |
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Now Helsinki, that's where I'm born, where I roam, where I bone |
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But I've been around like a vagabond |
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Where I lay my hat is home |
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Man, I'm known from the catacombs deep |
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Inna Babylon to the Amazon |
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Get out yo' seat quick |
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Haters can eat a dick |
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Believe it, kid, now swing around 'til you seasick |
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Life can be a mean bitch it's a known fact |
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But Red's shit's like popping prozac |
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I grew up inna midst of a snowstorm |
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I ain't a gangster, but I can make some phone calls |
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I do it for my single baby mamas |
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And my kids in school with behavior problems |
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So get yo' hands up if you hate yo' job |
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And you scheme on the side, one day at a time |
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Gold spoon motherfuckers, won't waste yo' time |
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Street, street music 'till the day I die, come on |
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I only got one thing to say |
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Y'all need to bump this shit until yo' speakers blow away |
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(street music, shit ain't sweet music) |
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I only got one thing to say |
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I only sing for my people who be struggling like every day |
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(street music, shit ain't sweet music) |
