all till I had more, I'm always takin' the lead. Old man shakin' dice down on the street, try'n to make a livin' somehow but I'm really sure about gettin' things
Should be a positive thang Body & Soul and you, we're in the same gang [Def Jef] One and the same Everyone came in the same chains Caught with the same
warning) At night i walk these stinkin' streets Past the crazies on my block And i see the same old faces And i hear that same old talk And i'm searching
s a shadow on the street Two silhouettes tell me it's over The shadow knows the shadow's me I won't crawl or cause you trouble Well that's the last thing
I got a five in Southside, you wanna drive Beside, I ain't got no five, you gold-digger You wanna suga-daddy, go get you an old nigga I got money, I'm
mouths It's just the real niggas ain't buying that shit you put out [Obie] Doe Rae Me but we don't sing motherfuckers So Murda Inc do your thing motherfuckers
's just that real niggaz ain't buyin' that shit y'all put out [Obie Trice] Do-ra-mi, but we don't sing muhfuckas So Murder Inc. do ya thing muhfuckas
that broke your jaw now I'm, gettin raw on a thing like a mean machine (Why you runnin around with the same old thing? Humm.. you know what I mean, yeah
Crawling through those same old crowded rooms. Me and Sarah Jane, we had it coming, all the pain. Walkin' down the streets and finding nothing is the same
song. It's funny, you know, He never done nothin', done nobody wrong. Didn't thing about changin' his name, But I'm gonna tell him it's the same old
brown overcoat, suitably camouflaged, they saw him catch a train. Man-in-the-street: "Father of three its disgusting" "Such a horrible thing to
bed [Chorus] [Verse 3: Slaine] I was too young to say no, too young to yell no Old enough to taste anger but not enough to smell hope Thirteen years old
pain [Jay-Z] Police in the background, screamin put the thing down That's how hard I was trying to put my thing down Si-rens ringin out, old ladies screamin
Whassup to E and Kirk? Welcome home to Taj Let no amount of money ruin this thing of ours We run streets like drunks run street lights We collidin with
do real things Hangin with the honies is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things
practiced so hard for this moment Victory don't leave I know what this means I'm stuck in this routine Whole new different day same old thing All I got
gonna crawl right back to you woman, I'm gonna plead and plead and plead yeah, 'Til you're here by my side. I can't even walk down the same Old streets
City", it's a treat to your eyes Cross the bridge and it'll fuck with ya mind Word of advice don't follow the streets, follow the signs Cuz the last thing