20 lyrics for "Hey you, up in the tree"

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
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And when things are going crazy I'll be your shelter, baby Keep you warm and Keep you from the rain- hey, hey There is a place up the street It's a funky little place we can meet It's my house built for love From the kitchen to the basement, wall to wall
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For street niggas livin with they lives on the line For young guns comin' up during these times For police that find drugs let niggas slide For your mans not snitchin' when the pressure is tight For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike For
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There's something dying on the street You're gonna get back on your feet Up against the wall When they knock you down (No you can't stop now) Remember what I said Boy you was battle born Cause you can't stop now (Cause you can't stop now) You lost faith
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I won't show my face here anymore But even if we won't admit it to ourselves We'll walk upon these streets and think of little else These streets are yours, you can keep them All that's left behind I don't want them They pull me back, and I surrender To
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Just close your eyes And pretend that everything's fine I'll tell you when We didn't come this far Lift you up again Give you to the trees All sound and visions are What they ask of me Let's run fast through the fields
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Surprise surprise Yesterday is yesterday And lies they lied You don't have to love this town Walking through these empty streets This town is dead Rain is coming harder now upon your head You can't get far enough away
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The darkest days upon you Well I was caught inside the wreck never found my way out I was filled with indifference The animals they were getting tired so I sang Them a song cause they promised not to take too long Well I can't find my way back home I'll
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Nothing but blue skies There's spring in the air They're sweeping the streets Wind is a breeze The sun becomes her he agrees What's holding up her face? Passage ways to windows That don't close Where do you live?
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You wouldn't know what to say to yourself Love is a poverty you couldn't sell Misery waits in vague hotels To be evicted Oh, when they beat upon a broken guitar And all the streets, they reek of tropical charms The embassies lie in hideous shards Where
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