I, oh, I think about you I don't need you, no I don't need you, no honey Such a shame, catch her name, Miss. Brown Eyes, yeah Everytime I close my eyes
way I like lovin' this way Lookin' out Across the mornin' City's heart begins to beat Reaching out I touch her shoulder I'm dreaming of the street
t for my music tell me were would I be were would I be probably standin' on the hot block sellin' crack rock runnin' them streets runnin' them streets. I say
mind of me I thought I was right but really I'm wrong Then again I was too blind to see I was in the fast lane chasin? my dream And then it seemed when
foot on his line and leave him burnt up cookin Yeah I break off off my heat 'cause when I'm in the streets And I hit these streets I'ma keep my peace
stars, uh huh Can I get drunk off in some bar, without some haters sayin' "Who do you think you are?" When I?m sober, I go on to win it Shit I bet they
know I really can't get out the game/ I got my problems, but I chose this life, I gotta be a thug and maintain (I Maintain) -Chorus-Bizzy & Wish-
please, send me back, I don't wanna die I'm not as strong as I was and I can't lie During all the mayhem somehow I remained calm And I woke up singing
I'm right back where I belong Help, I think Cupid got me Shock me all over my body I think I'm losin' my cool So I'm doin' things I don't do Yeah, I
myself I say God Bless me the truth so I speak live and directly you, I will set free my mic is where my check be rah, I echo, I echo, I echo, the sounds
They talk, we live, we see what They say, they say, they say They talk, we did, who cares what They say, they say, they say Still they can't' focus
. This is dope boy music, American Dream we let them choppers sing like that little nigga Dream No Auto-tune unless I'm tunning out the burrough Flying through ya borough, (Red) Camaro I
Dream] Oh Yeah You know where I'm from You know where I stay I'm posted in the A Sittin' low in my Phantom ridin' high Every time I ride by Nigga I'm
easy now, yeah Can't nobody stop me now? No, sir, yeah, I'm gone, y'all Oh, man, it's lovely, yeah Somebody better stop me 'cause I'm good, yeah Alright
s babblin Grammatics that are masculine I grab them in, verbally badgerin broads I wish that Madelline, was back on Video LP Raps I make up like blacks do excuses I
words Can't knock the hustle, but I've seen street dreams deferred Dark spots in my mind where the scene occured Some say I'm too deep, I'm in too deep
I get judged believe me baby I won't budge baby I won't budge I've been hurt but I don't hold no grudge At least I can say I was loved And Then We Live