94 lyrics for "Out in the streets"

Out of this goodbye town Nothing but a goodbye town Gotta find a way to finally get out This ain't nothing These streets are only bringing me down You're gonna think of me Right there's the high school where we met We'd sneak out back for a couple kisses
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Is a waterfall Every teardrop is a waterfall I turn the music up, I got my records on I shut the world outside until the lights come on Maybe the streets alight, maybe the trees are gone I feel my heart start beating to my favourite song
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(Cause I'm out here grindin') I don't care what nobody say I'm a be me (be me) Stay hood, stay raised in the streets Niggas talk about greatness whenever they speak about me (Cause I'm out here grindin') I ain't splitting nothing with nobody homie I
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Dogg, what up, mane? Word on the streets is you ain't what you used to be I gang bang to the fullest A lot of niggas talk about it but they really don't do it, do they? So I'm doin' it for y'all Marco or bust, I'ma ruin it for y'all Stomp that, strap up,
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We'd drive too fast Yeah man, we run this town We'd get too loud Nothin’ but a bunch of time to kill Set up on the big hill Seventeen, we owned those streets That was our spot, that’s where we’d always meet And we’d roll on out
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Slip out your arrows in tongues (Oh I, I'll dance on that cross) Tell me where we plan to be Did you ever see anyone? (Sleeping on the streets) Did you ever know anyone? (Sleeping on the streets) Speech trial come and lead my palms. (Sleeping on the
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So we can start again So don't stay, just turn away And leave all these worn out streets and broken homes Suburban dreams are all we've known Go, it's all the same Maybe we should find a place where no one knows our name And we can start again
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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
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Out in the streets, they call it murder Welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at Two pound ah weed inna van back It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your backpack The smell
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