I've got scars to prove it i've been roaming on Sainte-Catherine street i can show you my enemies they're out there selling shit to kids check this shit
[Music by Dee Harrington and Richard Lynch] [Words by Richard Lynch and John Lynch] Out on the street No where to go Losing my mind Losing my soul A
: I've got scars to prove it i've been roaming on Sainte-Catherine street i can show you my enemies they're out there selling shit to kids check this
throw it away And if it is a colour than it must be sin And you want to apologise but keep it in Why worship a god when a mother is a saint Why worship
tall standing on the big screen Get dough, get green, my flow sickening, It's the King nigga! [Chorus - B.o.B] Put me on anything still I bet I bust Put me anywhere on
(feat. T.I. and Playboy Tre) [Chorus: B.o.B] Put me on anything still I bet I bust Put me anywhere on the map I bet I bust This is what I does so, please
peach Tampa Bay dont hit the streets too often Not even Miami could take the Heat of Dolphins Aint no complaints on When I'm in New Orleans with the Saints on
stop moving he's sounding her name in his head she's falling asleep next to his face her sister's getting married today and the saints of easter smile on
it better down here I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer But all the people that you made in your image See them starving on their feet '
20, we would slang it for 10 Drankin' the gin, posted on the corners at night Sparkin pound while my homies in the street, slapped right Ride bikes,
baby, why so jaded? Have the boys all grown up and their beauty faded? Billy, what a saint they've made you, just like Mary down in Mexico on All
to sleep on the streets And haven't eaten in weeks, so save a prayer for me And all the young thugs, raised on drugs and guns Blazed out and numb, slaves
the street On rue Saint Divine I thought this is the one for me But she was already mine You were already mine? Little sister I?ve been sleeping in the street
