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Street Glory
作詞:Nasir Jones, Leshan Lewis, Vincent Turner
Uhh, still out in these motherfuckin' projects Still a nigga, ain't never gonna get the fuck up outta here Niggaz, just don't understand the story
Niggaz die for the street glory Go to trial, get tried for each story And each nigga got a story And Q.B. the streets call me So if you see me slippin', reach for me I'm goin' after street glory
Niggaz die for the street glory Go to trial, get tried for each story And each nigga got a story And Q.B. the streets call me So if you see me slippin', reach for me I'm goin' after street glory
Yo, every time I turn around, niggaz shot, niggaz stabbed When tonight's pregnant girls strugling to get a cab Fiends lurkin', D's searchin', pat pockets Kids put to bed duck, they heads from gas poppin'
Queens bridge slingin', hoppin' our benches Don status, throw feeds, got sirenges Poppin' out they arm scratched, now, remember parked jams Cause' else perfect ways, shell Adidas
Smellin' reefer, way before purple haze Private stock, peer nigga, with ill walks like Mark Clare Has tilted wild, niggaz, lickin' shots in the air Me and Pop was there through the years, our names have switched
Ain't nothin' changed but the names Nostradamus and Blitz What project is this? Q.B., burnin' in tint 12th street murderous pimps, hot as hell's heat What could you tell me? Niggas, seen it all in this game When it's all said and done just remember our name
I'm familiar with the dead grass drama, black gates and crime Embryo of the ghetto born, face and time Niggas, shatter they dreams while I'm chasing mine Ghetto fame, got a fellow's name draped and shined How do I describe an atmosphere where streets are polluted? 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網
Where corruptors and new police being recruited Somehow I make it through the day stayin' secluded While the blues aim leavin' another slain, executed Many thought's 'cause I see the past grimly
That could've been me, explodes out on 41st and 10th street Through all the pap grease and street chases Sudden raids and confrontations, leadin' the misdeamenor weed cases I blew smoke through hallway window
Watched the buddah clouds lingo Pluckin' the blunt brokes from my fingers My eyes flip different shades Similar to people you meet everyday who be displayin' wicked ways
Seein' nothing but another day In this six story rat trap Them gats clap, another nigga's blazed Events in my hood rotate
Like the battle on the thirty-eight Snob in the world of fake love Before I blaze son, I'm kissing the slugs Coming at you kisses and hugs
When death calls, who's really a thug The street glory got me deeply in love Can't shake it, can't take it, can't make it Got me needin' this drug
Niggaz die for the street glory Go to trial, get tried for each story And each nigga got a story And Q.B. the streets call me So if you see me slippin', reach for me I'm goin' after street glory
Niggaz die for the street glory Go to trial, get tried for each story And each nigga got a story And Q.B. the streets call me So if you see me slippin', reach for me I'm goin' after street glory
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