Two nations divided by a common language And about two hundred years of new songs and dancing But the difference is language and just the bits you got
Traduction: The Streets. Deux Nations.
Two nations divided By a common language And about two hundred years of new songs and dancing But the difference is language And just the bits you got
Chorus: Young nation under a groove Keeping it smooth with a jazz attitude Young nation under a groove keeping it smooth Young nation under a groove Keeping
brothers We the dumb motherfuckers Hardest niggas in the streets turned industry suckers Cuz we refused to do the knowledge Nigga, you can?t learn this music game in the streets
sand the the sky. and devils taking pleasure want to measure how high. Your body reveals you. your mind cant catch it. The nation of a God goes far beyond
my streets to people beefin and things, squeakin on they beefs for weeks Mr. President, it's evident, nobody really care for a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two
you see me nigga holla my set, and watch 'em ride Outlaw motherfuckers 'til we die, in this life I lead [Verse Two: Young Noble] + (2Pac) I ain't
with the guild, you get drilled I like bones chilled when I feet, I film your defeat So you family can watch you get killed in the street The only one
to tell ya some real shit Not sugarcoated Cuz where I come from shit ain't sweet You got a choice and it ain't shit for you in them streets Black women
said [Royce] Who hard? yo I done heard worse We can get in two cars and accelerate at each other To see which one'll swerve first Two blind bandits panic
foot on his line and leave him burnt up cookin Yeah I break off off my heat cuz when I'm in the streets And I hit these streets I'ma keep my peace until
Smoke a little weed and have a little laugh at chall But everynow and then I gets caught up in a playa hation Lord what's wrong with the nation, erase
bitches get money If ya running with me Wave your hands up high A yo I can't see y'all You know we hang out in the streets y'all All night Yes yes y
{Baby Sham} Aiyyo, balls your pencils As hollow tips get in you Bots cutting to slice your face you Rhymes is natural Hold two lives and four wives Up
