lay down and die, I gotta try man! Chorus What are these hard streets doing to me Ghetto running through me Thicker than blood, down in the mud Trying to come up, these hard streets
Traduzione: T-Bone. Strade difficili.
down and die, I gotta try man! Chorus What are these hard streets doing to me Ghetto running through me Thicker than blood, down in the mud Trying to come up, these hard streets
man, he gon make em all soothe In a bubble bath in the jacuzzi, might pull a yellow bone floozie That boy don't understand, cause that shit really don't
hard Larro and Stank, and my nigga Crank And them Riggs brothers, they gone off the drank Paulette and B, Mig and Nickey Billy and that T, thay play spades
You don't wanna fuck with me The world ain't ready, y'all ain't ready, y'all ain't ready You don't wanna fuck with me Don't fuck with me You don't wanna
[Chorus: x2] I ain't got time for bitches Gotta keep my mind on my mothafuckin' riches Even when I die They won't worry me Mama don't cry Bury me a
the woman that I left at home All alone Ain't nothin' like tryin' to bone Over the phone In my mind I can see her naked I can't take it Got me shakin
small caliber heat Satisfy the street wars When anger's beyond the clouds and ocean floors I play through you if ain't lucky, so play your cards I
I'm not alone probably out tryin' to bone anything in the street I let her know she can leave I ain't tryin to tie her up but see it's hard to fuck with
the fifth and my ever Its T-O-N-Y Stay with a semi Milk your crack spot - till the shit be bone dry You think you pump hard? Nigga I pump harder My phone
number one! Yeah! [50 Cent:] They say I ain't lyrical! They say I ain't a miracle (yeah!) I say some hard shit so they say I ain't spiritual! (uh-huh
and make this loot [Chorus: Too $hort, Eightball, MJG] [TS] I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin [TS] I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
We're sitting at home chewing a bone And we want to party Were sitting at home chewing a bone And we want to party I'm sitting at home chewing a bone
bowling pin Bullet bullet, bore him skin When di glock dem a beat Dem a drop dung a street And a we a drop dung a street Chat dem a chat seh [Outro:]
peace to my man Wilson from Exena Street Rest in peace, to all my other peeps Also rest in peace, to my man T-Bone You know I ain't forget you Yeah yeah
you with that straight thug spin Sped up a little bit with gangsta talk with that harmony all over it hey! Bones sing, n mixed in with that street talk
