And each nigga got a story And QB the streets call me So if you see me slippin' reach for me I'm goin' after street glory [NAS] Yo, Every time I turn
each nigga got a story And QB the streets call me So if you see me slippin' reach for me I'm goin' after street glory [NAS] Yo, Every time I turn around
s from the street The sound of the terraces And the places to meet We're on the streets again And you know that we're true We're on the streets again
marveled I've come Problem One; I can see why I'm startling some Because I come in peace but my apostles have guns Son of Man, in his glory with revolvers
Spengo la cicca nel posacenere vuoi rime tenere a chi la dai a intendere ti mando tenebre per posta celere celere a eccellere come detto in street opera
child that's born, and every nigga gone And for every breath I breathe and live to see another mornin [Verse 2: Blitz] It's Blitz nigga the streets glory
[Nas] Word to Will, buried in his fila suit and heavy chain I wanna be iced-up nigga, bury me the same I live for street glory and I die for ghetto fame
glory go to God, y'all beneath him If y'all don't know that, rap with a old cat He'll show you streets where them big dealers drove at Where low-key
But glory go to God, y'all BENEATH HIM If y'all don't know that, rap with a old cat He'll show you streets where them big dealers DROVE AT Where low-key
, load the clip pull the truck up I been through it, sittin' in the block in that tan Buick KRS in the speakers equivalent to Nas and Ether That was
no sympathy it's tight ill plus I get slight chills when I write wills tired of looking at these ugly niggas with ice grills No tellin' what I might feel about my glory
that's born, and every nigga gone And for every breath I breathe and live to see another mornin [Verse 2: Blitz] It's Blitz nigga the streets glory
