I got no money but I want you so Wants to kill me something He wants to kill me off of the street Don't wipe my tongue Or spread me up and break me a fever Give me something I can believe in Give me something to walk me away I'm a waste of time And all

And I just can't seem to break The shackles of the city boy blues Well, I got the city boy blues I got the city boy blues Fireflies and dogfights Runnin' hot in the heat Street noise, another bribe Things too hard to believe go head out My heart's in the

(The) back street dolls And the side door johnnies The wide eyed boys with their bags full of Back in the alley Going bang to the wall Tied to the tail Of a midnight crawl Heaven wouldn't be

Won't you come along with me To the Mississippi We'll take a boat to the land of dreams Steam down the river, down to New Orleans The band's there to meet us Old friends there to greet us Where all the proud and elite folks meet Heaven on earth, they

You need to know that I'm a rider Tonight we gonna set the streets on fire All I need is a gas and a lighter And we'll have one hell of a time Outlaw, outlaw, like I hit the PowerBall Once all eyes is on me, floating off like South Paul Niggas love to

PJ takin' off and I ain't stoppin', no Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls Never fear what's on my lens, I see fugazi I'm a street nigga and I stay faded Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it Back on the Forbes, shit crazy (Yeah) I make more than Dwyane

Legions marching Ready to fire These streets will burn Let the black flag ride The fires of corruption With our fists Up in the air Crash and fall Your hate is our trigger

I want to know if you'll be my girl Hey, hey hey baby! When you turned and walked away Thats when I want to say C'mon baby, give me a whirl When I saw you walking down the street I said that's a kind of girl I'd like to meet She's so pretty, Lord she's

I'm your furor I'm your furor baby What's your furor baby Feel the furor Kick the dust, wipe the crime from the main street Await the coming of the lord Hangin' round with them low down and dirty Bringing order from the boss What's the furor 'bout it all

But I got one of for you my Portobello Belle She thinks she's tough She ain't no English rose But the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows He do a song about a long-gone Irish girl Belladonna's on the high street Her breasts upon the offbeat And