Letras:
Down Way 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

: I'm lookin' for someone now to help me To try to get on with my life A one way lane in a dead end alley The seatbelt is pullin' me tight Out here

Summer Jam but New York was down with it, Now the ball's in my court, never dribble out of bounds with it. Behind the back to Nas, he alley oop to Jigga

be Had a partner named Snoop, loved to clown a stank Smoke a pound a day, commenced to down a drank Shooting craps in the alley til they chased us off

alley Where Bizzy had the Bondeville and Kev had the Caddy Now those were the days, when crime really paid The nine milli sprayed, I got the fuck out the way

s a full moon in the sky You hear a dog bark in the distance You hear someone's baby cry A rat runs down the alley And a chill runs down your spine Someone

a secret never feelin' guilty never gettin' lonely never gettin' no peace, hidin' from the police sneakin' out the back way sneakin' down the alley way gotta do it my way

niggas down the way Cuz Cleveland Rocks nigga and we love u I'd like to send shouts out to my niggas down there on Hull Keep the struggle keep the movin

you pushing down the Belt Parkway The Grand Central, the Long Island Expressway The Cross Island Expressway Southern state, Northern state, Parkway You know 95 South, Brooklyn Expressway, you know However way