Back on the streets again Ready for the action Our wear is very casual Don't wanna draw any attention Looking for opponents Hiding from the sirens The
club is in my veins Morals and values of the crazy minds The outsider is the society We tear it off the ground Hey, hey, join the club of monstrous action
Wanna have some lovely fun with me Talking bullocks and ignore reality Never cool, always highest temperament Shouting loud and never be silent Psycho
I am in the dark Cold like steel No one to talk to Nothing to see In the mist are a thousand creatures Hounding me, never free Eaten alive in my own
Party like a devil in delirium Run like a maniac to strike Stripping off and wander Fast like a thunder It's time to celebrate the feast of crime No
My father is jobless and my mom has passed away Sister a whore and my brother in jail Always out of cash and got nothing to eat Where I come from is
: Please mr. deejay, play this song for me.... RIT Il Guercio: notte di mezza estate, in sogno precipito e atterro sveglio sopra queste strade bevo
corners Made dough with the pot, heatin' and raisin' Been around more pies than sweet potatoes Violators, big dogs respect the line Niggas act, I'ma tear em' up in the club
fuck, tryna blow me? (back up) This the face off (respect the don) diamonds all in the charm (Iced out) Where you be? (The strip club throwin ones) Where
em, niggas they know im ready for them, im the hardest ima ?? so im heated heavy for it, why you lookin for me nigga wit yo lookin ass, meet me at the club
Unit!!!) Yeah! Streetsweepers!!! REMIX PART THREE!!! REMIX PART THREE!!! REMIX PART THREE!!! Aiyyo just imagine if they cut the lights off in the club
So what you gonna do when the blood is gushin? You're playin Roulette without the Russian The stakes are high; can you feel the pressure? Lookin at the club
: loketo na yo souplesse volant, prise de finition",loketo na yo flexible Edo Mopatass air a ponton "night club eputsha firmere, hein Toutou Roma,Ize
JIMMY! My name is St. Jimmy I'm a son of a gun I'm the one that's from the way outside (St. Jimmy) I'm a teenage assassin executing some fun In the
praise God, baby mom's cryin' Planned to be a strong black family But we both were too young, too strung, too much flashin' New come, I caught verbal assassin
hell up! Now throw your hands in the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!) Brooklyn in the back shootin craps y'all whassup? Ladies; lookin hot and pretty Doin your thing in the club
Now throw your hands in the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!) Brooklyn in the back shootin craps y'all whassup? Ladies; lookin hot and pretty Doin your thing in the club
Now can you clap for the killers? Give it up for them gangsters One time for the killers, double up for them gangsters Well, I wrote this for criminals