of crying and the more the colours are drawn from life and the less it seems like you're bound by time and the louder it all and 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,
m killin em [Chorus] [Talkin:] Hey whaddup cuz, it's 50 cent; What's happnin nigga? [50 Cent:] Ever since the moment I was born I been dyin (Yea) Hundred miles an hour
you've gone Thinking back on the happy hours just before the dawn Outside the wind is blowin' It seems to call your name again Where have you gone City 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
glue When I'm out in San Fran, the P.D. real nervous Cause they know I'm packin heat under the Willie Mays jersey Nigga, it ain't nuttin for me to empty
my niggaz'll put you under the street We gangsters nigga; so you better watch what you say 'Fore I empty the whole glock in your face [Sean T] Streets
the grip of a winter came, love and greed Insane with faith, I took the driving front seat In the lowlight comfort of Berlin streets The calm from emptiness
I had the chance again, I'd never let you go Hold tight to your love, 'cause you never know [Verse 2] Her eyes are brown and beautiful, yet empty and
my life so i leave work get to the high street and i miss my bus should i wait for another no i cant be arsed i begin to walk and rush hour crowd
the streets you love everything is better when you hear that shout woooaohhh woooaohhh woooaohhh spineless dreamers, hide in churches pieces of pieces of rush hour
. My baby is gone, you might have a chance. Just take me to the place where the white boys dance. They hug in silence as the sun sets on their empty street