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Kill Street Blues

アーティスト:Spice 1  作詞:GREEN ROBERT LEE JR/THOMAS RICARDO  作曲:GREEN ROBERT LEE JR/THOMAS RICARDO 

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Chorus: Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock This is how we clock, stroll up on my block 3 in the morning po-po at my door I'm wonderin' if really po-po at my door This is kill street blues (Alternate 3 & 4)repeat 4X Verse 1: Sit your 5 dollar ass down Nigga 'fore a chief baller make change Cookin' up yae-yo at 3 in the mornin' Choppin' up game sackin' up caine Fetty was layin' all over the floor I guess you cold say that I was slippin' As the door kick in I stick in my clip and begin the dippin' Up on these so called po-po But I know it can't be nuthin' but some niggas Runnin' up in ski masks So I continue to curse and blast that asses out Tryin' to gaffle the scratch my gat consumes Just then my killa partner steps outta the bathroom Uzi's and Mack thangs start lettin' off Niggas catchin' slugs to the face Baking soda some niggas brains cocaine all over the place Took a dive behind the coach Heard a nigga say "We gonn' kill you" My 2 twin gats start talkin' to me said "Fuck them niggas I feel you" So I bail up outta the cut Tryin' ta take lives with no remorse Lookin' like a scene with Laurence Fishborne in "The King of New York" Now it's 3 o'clock in the morning And I still don't snooze 'Cause through my life niggas be given me all these kill street blues Chorus: Verse 2: 1 nigga died high Face down in uncut yae I stuck my finger up in the hole in his body, told him have a nice day My homie said "the real feds is comin'" Said he was hit I pull the bloody corpse off his body, he told me get the shit Ran to the kitchen Hopin' over the deceased Gotta get the rocks money and powder, and evade the police Put the fetty up in my hand Gotta be quick, gotta be nimble


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