racing in the street We take all the action we can meet And we cover all the north east state When the strip shuts down we run 'em in the street From
goin' racin' in the street We take all the action we can meet And we cover all the northeast state When the strip shuts down we run `em in the street
racin' in the street We take all the action we can meet And we cover all the northeast states When the strip shuts down we run 'em in the street From
girls jump for dicks Don't salt the next man, keep that Lindbergh shit Up in the cut, like gay niggaz, in butt I'm black wit indian, my race should be
But I only attack Cause I'm in beast mode, just beast mode Everybody know I'm a motherfucking impostor, monster And a [?] shoulda been my sponsor But sometimes I wonder, what is this race
Skylark The Human Race is runnin' over me I punch a clock at 9 and 5 Just tryin' to make a livin' A plastic face on satellite TV Says, "Life is
crime in the streets (fan the fire, fan the fire) Kind-hearted people turnin' to hate (fan the fire, fan the fire) Man's about to destroy the human race
to keep the pace gotta have pride just to be a winner in the human race in school, the rules don't fly out on the street, tell me why people of the nation
Skylark The Human Race is runnin' over me I punch a clock at 9 and 5 Just tryin' to make a livin' A plastic face on satellite TV Says, "Life is filled
and crime in the streets (fan the fire, fan the fire) Kind-hearted people turnin' to hate (fan the fire, fan the fire) Man's about to destroy the human race
try to rob me If I'm out in Abu Dhabi, ferrari's and Maserati's Fleets pulling up in Nobu's and Cipriani's Or that F1 race track, good look tryna find
Drivers running by Alone in their cars Don?t stop for me I look out of place In their daily race For I take my time How I love to stroll Along deadly
in the music; in the movies. Cut to the chase pan across to the face I'm right there. Freeze frame on the street name Oops wait a minute, This is where the streets
But if you're dying of hunger You get in the race It's a rat race baby Faceless face But if you're dying of hunger You get in the race Walk the streets
keep me in mind, In this state of mind that I'm in, for you keep me in the race with the baton that yall give And they hype beat, street wear, Versace
lack the vision young folarit now colabodorm I real them in, goadomes on see I'm on my scott storch stayin clear of timbalands Yea I be clever no thug but the street
this dance The cool breeze that you welcome in the heat You don't see it but you feel it when it's blowing on the street Tricky If i was a rich man
