Letras:
Spoken 4Th Street

hold you in my arms 4th Street has never looked or felt so empty as it feels right now Not a soul, not a sound has risen from the street tonight, tonight

hold you in my arms 4th Street has never looked or felt so empty as it feels right now Not a soul, not a sound has risen from the street tonight, tonight

All about my bread like bagels, they know I'm raw like Qualo, ball like gay hoes Weed so strong, it's like I twist tornadoes Spit like 9?s, 4 5th's,

cook You can hear us whipping the beakers coming out of the speakers Stepping up some fresh hard for you out of town peakers We got 3rd Ward, 4th Ward

fa'sho They call my 4-do the Oprah show Look in the seats man it's mostly hoes Squatin' low on 4's, mostly vogues I'ma slow poke, with spokes and bo's

neat, yeah Gangsta beat 4 tha street The Boyz N Da Hood will keep their heart Come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your car I'm in the 6-4, 5th bitch

. Kills like nothing ever could. Dark and jaded world I hated, Everything I left behind. I don't need you, and I don't want you, World that left me blind. 4

pockets was so skinny now I blow pennies on 4 hemi's run the whole city/hoes, I put dough before any my 6th sense helped me view better cheddar kid

cook You can hear us whipping the beakers coming out of the speakers Stepping up some fresh hard for you out of town peakers We got 3rd Ward, 4th Ward