Lirieke:
Down Way Alley

it I, pay my, dues and it's the rules that I play by Carry the team like I'm A I I used to cook rocks, and hit the block And gun in the bushes and money in my sock Shit, I had hoes way

pocket pulled my 44 Dove across the room peeped out the window Twenty cops jumped behind a Pinto Out the back door like some damn track stars Broke down an alley

map with a backpack strapped Still I bet I bust Bet I flow, bet I rip this beat Bet I feel that soul, bet I go Bet I bench these niggas like Ray, sit down

She walks alone down a sleazy backstreet Around a corner, up an alley to a dead end There under a small blue light She enters an unmarked doorway (A low

dance floor, come on [Nafis] Yo It's like this, in a nice miss we faked it some tight whips Chromed out (*edited*) out tokens'll right this That frozen alley

person Think we gon' flex or show you no action Down for mine, gotta show a nigga time to time So I figure I'll slow down the rhyme So they can understand

Yo Layzie? What's up man? Check this out, me and my boy ridin' dirty from New Orleans, right? Right, when we touch down in Cleveland, yeah I'ma have my

bodies be busting me Killa with a buckshot, I'ma peel ya Number one assassin's still the realer nigga Down for my crime, niggas be down Trying to stay

Yo, Layzie? Check this out Me and my boy ridin' dirty from New Orleans, right? When we touch down in Cleveland I'ma have my phone turned on so if you