Letras:
Tank Street Life

really about Street life no more Street life no more Street life no more Street life no more Street life no more Street life no more Street life no more Street life

boy grow Chorus: Street life no more I'm throwing in the towel Street life no more I gotta son now Street life no more I gotta make it out Street life

no money to Carlito Mama always said don't gamble I'm trapped in casino No more money in my bags Nightmares, getting closer I slept on Elm Street, Freddy

loo chewy wewwy doo boo And you'd be fucked up if that was really voodoo Come see the one at the show of your life See me breathe fire and swallow a knife

and see As school life is a, it is a woken dream Aren't you feeling alone I guess it's just another (X3) Night alone Now as I walk down the street I

alone Now as I walk down the street I need a job just to sleep in sheets Buying food every once in a while But not enough to purchase a smile A tank

t tellin this shit I'm a mutha fuckin 2-time felon ya bitch From the cold hearted streets of the LBC To a mansion in the south down the street from my

my life I don't even know who song this is [Obie Trice] Bitch, Bizarre don't give a fuck about no hip hop At my release party in a pink tank top in Reeboks

kid from the street put my technology on the track, just then the core attack Wu article CappaFive, CD attack but my talk stage live killa beehive Bermuda my life