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Hour The Empty Streets

Cut your trick ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased Little Kim, don't conversate with real G's Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets,

it, To me it's kinda simple Break yaself partna Then I pop you in the temple There's alot at stake But the stakes will be taken Out to empty your pockets

Got eight hours till the coming sunrise Till another day of artificial grace In my mind I'm chasing bad guys Thru empty streets and dark alleways I'

chance to vote Fire bun dem constitution Long time we need ah choose Fed up with promises And hopeless hope Why the box must be empty For those

this town And no one is out, except for those who don't have what we call home. Every hour is cold, every moment is forever These streets are as empty

jeweled stream? Where the eased desire? In some fool's dream? In the ending hour? I brought my voice, just noise to poor old silence A clanging toy, a clanging toy, empty

sun goes down And they're safe and sound She goes hunting in the streets Never knowing who she'll meet She's a hunter, hunter at night She goes hunting in the streets

shit on my back Sprayed Aftermath on it, then loosened the strap It get hot in here, let Lucifer rap Bring hell to niggaz when Dre producing a track Take it to the streets

friends until the end We've gotten older now, but we act like little kids Club houses, secret handshakes, adventures in the woods Back in the summer time, out on the empty street A half hour