we move shit like drugs where y'all stayin' and cus And talk about the same shit all day And us we on the next page and after that the next page So try
pay them coppers no never mind Niggas still palm heaters My hood is bad they turn teen they grab ninas A couple aunts one mother no dad Streets was their
streets ever bred C.L. Butler better known as Chad or Pimp C The closest homeboy that I ever had Now when we first met, we wasn't on the same page From
of the store to get you some gum cause your breath smells like the Exxon Valdez oil spill. Free with the use of a Nascar gas-card. It's a page-turner
sick Page from cage's brain, angels dust off the un-godly Riding through my child-hood to hear my six-year old body Black-out for second, pick my head up off the street
promise you that all we need is here Tear up this town from the ground up let our story be told When this chapter comes to an end turn the page and set
a show'em the oo whop Throw a couple hollows knocke'm out his tube socks The last nigga ran his lips got his tooth chipped I'm in these streets I ain
dump heat no retreat Cuz the feats on my tracks without my five eating off this platinum plaque for the fact that niggas ain't shit so they blaze Turn the page
No time to sleep, I'm in the streets on the daily When you a hustler, no bein lazy I got it whenever you need it just page me Hustler music, hustler music
the red light What is an MC if he can't rap? What is an MC if- Green light Hold this moment, yes? All this stuff is really fresh Attenti'on to centre stage, I flip on numb page
See I can strangle kids, now you can read about it Front page news, they say yo he's a criminal bastard I walk the streets at night, critical bastard
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
brains become bloody, eyes swiftly tear risky peers become queer, you can't diss me I know who I be like Bizzy chief rocking, keep watching, soon you'll turn
with them Backwud boys blowin back woods H-Town to A-Town, always keep the sacks good From the hood, Northside of the city Where them boys turn corners
scrapped knee Broke bread with those bums who taught speech In attempt to reach nirvana Ye of poor karma, None calmer in old age, young sage turn page
just robber me Mother#### did it in front of me Wasted years the time I spent Studying those books that didn?t help I took notes and read the abstracts Its my turn my turn
(feat. Jay-Z) [Jay-Z] We together on the same track now, baby! Whatchu gon call us now?! [Intro] Holton Street, Dean Street (click clack) Prezident
Holton Street Dean Street (click clack) President (uh huh) Nostril out (DP's) Orange Al (RPG's) Tee Town (Who wanna ride?) Brooklyn Come on, Come on