I said close your mouth and eat You make some paper, than you make your own rules Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do They call me Tity Boi 'cause she used to spoil me She always told me (My momma always said aye, damn) I'm from the hood, it's

When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit From the streets, but I got a little sense But I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe no brain I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do And I do my

We've taken too much for granted And all the time it had grown From techno seeds we first planted Evolved a mind of it's own Marching in the streets Dragging iron feet Laser beaming hearts Ripping men apart

When I'm up in the club And these niggas they want to act tough 'Til they get plugged Watch them bullets go Now you touched from a slug Huggin' the streets like you in love Your heart race like The ambulance arrive They rush you to 'spital, flyin' by my

She's a star From the backstreets to the city First she buys you, then she sells ya You know she wants you when she's telling you She comes to life from the cover of a Hollywood magazine With a sense of confidence hard to fight She waits to be discovered

Dirty old town I met my love by the gas works wall Dreamed a dream by the old canal I kissed my girl by the factory wall Clouds are drifting across the moon Cats are prowling on their beat Spring's a girl from the streets at night I heard a siren from

It's a contradiction Can you feel I'm not like you anymore I can't see, I can't breathe See you quiver like the dogs on the streets Looking down on as I beat you It's bad religion, from a broken nation And I can't take it anymore Who's to say I won't

Across the lines Who would dare to go Under the bridge Over the tracks That separates whites from blacks Choose sides Run for your life Tonight the riots begin On the back streets of America

This could be my destination Say you'll be mine Maybe it's just a feeling, every time we meet But you hit me right out of the blue from all those people out on the streets And if one time you told me that you loved me - heaven knows I would feel that I

Feeling like Phil when I make the play I light the streets where you are I did not come here from nothin' I need a whole lot of money Crossing these hoes out to featherweight Putting your bitches on layaway Niggas they know me from stuntin' All of my