open door I don't wanna walk down Blue Street, I've been there before I don't wanna see her broken, lonely eyes no more I don't wanna walk down Blue Street
Vertaling: Bloed sweet en trane. Blou Straat.
killin' 'em I shed my blood About everything I love Am still a eye blacker, open handed, face the palm smacker Goods strapper, cat stacker, good wood packer Tear
Beat Street Breakdown, Raah! Hip Hop! Beat Street The king of the beat You see him rocking that beat from across the street And Huh Huh! Beat Street
in the game, young nigga banging for fame In the process, staking my claim And I train like, Leonidas son, the fire and sun The blood, sweat and tears
'm countin blood money, 'cause I'm a thug honey I use the world as my zoo, I ain't no fuckin dummy I'm street smart, I tear a college grad apart (I gets
mom might be crying but she aint shocked her son lived and died by the fucking rock and thats how the story goes everybody in the ghetto getting sweated
now, now She made it for a while As a flower child On the streets of the old San Fran Then she made her pitch just a-singing the blues with a hard rocking
ice be onto my neck and wrist, now anybody wanna play some hockey I'm that nigga in fact (In fact), paper tall as Shaq (Oh, boy!) Blood, Sweat, and Tears
with the filthy film of prayer. We don't need a blueprint, we don't need a blue print the blue prints me, the blue prints you. Classified: We'll build
degrees of five-hundred farenheit Drop em back to celsius, lord help me it's insane Pop like tops on 40 o-z's Make cheese, while you sweat me for the
be posted up at the crack spots (All day) Where the sun don't shine, we immune to the rain In the blood, sweat and tears, from the years in the game
the techniques and rip it indeed I tear up the records till both of my hands bleed Demon fell hard that commercial thug But I had to stop scratchin there was too much blood
m Ridin The Streets I'm A Hustler, People, My Life In The Streets Watch The Game, Get You Life In The Streets My Watch, My Chain, And My Teeth Cost That
, I shed my blood, About everything I love, [Diddy] To the eye blacker, over handed face the palm smacker, Good scrapper, cat stacker, good wood packer, Tear
I'm Ridin The Streets I'm A Hustler, People, My Life In The Streets Watch The Game, Get You Life In The Streets My Watch, My Chain, And My Teeth Cost
