These streets ain't so pretty What good would that be Would you like me if I had a gun Dodging cops always on the run now Getting caught up over petty drama Selling drugs to somebody's momma I'm telling you these streets ain't I swear everything that

Hey, pretty pretty With the sweet sweet eyes order me up another Slice of your pie Hey pretty pretty from across the room Pretty, pretty Tattoo crawlin' down her leg, so sexy So young ever get caught, they'll arrest me School girl, studied up well on

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

And woke up alone And it's all because I dreamt of you What a wonderful tone To bring you back home My nose is burning Too much cocaine Got caught in Brooklyn With gasoline backed up with cellophane I'm in need of moderation

(Let him go) Bismillah! We will not let you go (Let me go) Will not let you go Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

To tell the truth, I can't believe we got this far I wish somebody would've told me Well, I know that we've been hardly holding on That I'd end up so caught up in need of your demons That I'd be lost without you leading me astray Girl, you make my heart

I'm your shadow So wherever you go Desert to ice flow I will follow Wherever you go Saying ah, ah Woke up to the music of your heart Saying I, I Caught up in the wishing that it lasts

For closing me down Christmas flared amongst us And we called it evergreen Built a world without your love Take me back to the catacombs I am tempted by her love Bluest eyes against my own skin I've never been so caught up Looking around I see memories

I'm Tha DoggFather I put down more hits than mafioso made And Lucky Lucianno 'bout to sing soprano And I know, I know the way you feel And baby bubba we gon' keep it on tha real Just to get you caught up in amazement We puffin' on Cubans so it might get

And I get caught up In the moonlight Reaching out for a rotten egg I don't wanna beg I hate to do this But you're a pain in the neck I thought you knew this You're handing me a canceled check You're so helpless