Murderer Used to think the quick now thoughts travel the slowest I remember so they want to murder RA 'Cause I got knowledge of self Unoheal, Unoheal (Rock a bet) Who want low boats of keys from overseas Then put it in the streets and spread like a

"Black folks can't never have no fun!" These streets be walking down the avenue (Crazy!) From Hollywood to South Central! These streets be, crazy! Long Beach to Compton! Always up to no good! Cra

Somebody save me, save me I fell in love with these streets, I seen a hundred thou' Started fuckin' bad bitches, I went running wild (gone) I just pray Papi forgive me, ain't seen my son a while (I pray) I go and pick him up from school to see him

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

Sneakin' down the back streets No I won't, say no I've been holdin' out I've been hiding from the light As soon as love finds me (when it finds me) And as soon as love finds me I will go But no longer, can I hide my eyes From the city night

And the prophecy read that One day like the pheonix rose from the ashes That a boy will be born unto a family in the slums This boy will go on and use the knowledge that he gains While fighting for survival in the streets To become a crack leader And in

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

Real friends I guess I get what I deserve, don't I? Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him I guess I get what I deserve, don't I Real friends, how many of us? How many of us, how many jealous? Real

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

I made a million on that corner I mixed perico with baking soda I graduated from the streets, no diploma Going Donald Trump numbers on the corner Graduated from the streets, no diploma No, no, no, no, no, no These hoes, they like niggas that spend money,