streets Has it come to this? Has it come to this? Has it come to this? Has it come to this? Has it come to this? Has it come to this? You're listening
Tercüme: Streets. Yine Come To mı?.
Some men rise, some men fall I hear ya call, stand tall now Has it come to this? Original Pirate Material Your listening to the streets Lock down
King has risen 2010 Thriller, there's nothing iller, it's killer There vision, the missin' the pack, this is that, This the bomb, ring the alarm MJ number 1, it
I often see me floatin', but my shadow it weighs a ton Call it baggage, I use it all to advantage But I can't make you love me This time it's on you
I won't hear it 'Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood now Missin' all the blocks 'cuz I'm surrounded by woods now It's supposed
It has been, it has been, it has been, it has been It has been said that there has been known to be bloodshed Over bread, men who have bled to death,
cold winters night You'll be sailing for glory before you know what is right So come over here now, I got a vision for you It's my personal snake oil, it
us Then I see this young boy Caught a look at me I'm stunned in a daze He had the whole street set ablaze It's only love they say Makes you feel this
Deuced it to the Bronx to rest our heads Where a shoot out jumped off mine people lay dead It sounded like it happend with a mac 10 blast But it was
the year 1982 a music was created. It was given the title: Gangsta Rap It had no positive messages, no redeeming value, hated and feared By the establishment, it
Mind over matter I know what it mean Mind over matter Mind over matter Mind over matter Mind over matter Wise up move the tempo of this hype groove You know this
wealthy, I just dropped on a yacht Flip the street cash and try to pick some stocks Kick back in your pad and watch it roll like crops But it really
this hip-hop game Just to try to get a girl and get some light-weight fame There'd never been no cash made in it So who thought you could get paid with
yo, yo motherfuckers can't fuck with this, realness Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock steady Run son the hour has come, touch ya Remember this
bottles lets do it up now Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It?s a holiday nigga I made it! Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It?s a holiday nigga I made it! Verse
how can love be cruel? He's doin' time He's doin' time, ain't it a crime? It's such a shame, he took the blame Seems this old world has lost its way
