Testi:
Chicago Street Player

m a street player I'm a street player I'm a street player I'm a street player I'm a street player I've seen it all Hit men, thieves and many a brawl But

m a street player I'm a street player I'm a street player I'm a street player I'm a street player I've seen it all Hit men, thieves and many a brawl But

a street player I'm a street player I'm a street player I'm a street player I'm a street player I've seen it all Hit men, thieves and many a brawl But

a pound out your brain and scrape the graveyard Have you shout out in pain, y'all say y'all bravehearts I'm a box up your frame and play the same card

high who not) Uh I'm back in (Man they don't know we fixing to kill the game this year) (Killa, Ye, come on) [Cam'Ron] Uh uh aiyyo street mergers I

motherfucker, no one ever bigger than me Prettiest thing I ever seen, a 1979 air fifteen Clean, fully automatic and the whole killer kit It's cops be walkin' up and down the street

playa wit all my dawgs [Verse 1: Coo Coo Cal] From the Mil to the Chi I ain't gon' lie dawg we holdin' it down We rollin' now Defeated the streets, on

[Intro:] Coast to coast, L.A. to Chicago This song's for, those that don't got though It ain't bout where ya from, it's where ya at now Put your hands

nigga Now I gotta lay you down like the last nigga Buck, buck, buck from my AK-47 This nigga playing with his life, I might have to put him in heaven Tryna play