It's like a bomb waiting to explode inside of me You've got to stand up for yourself, don't rely on no one else Only you know where you stand in life
Oversættelse: Street Dogs. Stand Up.
hide It's like a bomb waiting to explode inside of me You've got to stand up for yourself Don't rely on no one else Only you know where you stand in
with the Vocltone It's mine Have motherfuckers rushn' to rewind 'Cause I'll flow slow And still twist your tongues up Rock the house from night Till the sun's up
Lil Wayne] Yeah, it's on Basically.. I got the Streets and the boot with me Dedication trois [Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] Now let me talk my shit! Fresh up
police in the stand off, 44 magnums bustin at random at'em, in the middle of the chaos, soon ill be bustin my shit at the mayor, if you get caught up
1993 when we was up out the scene The fellas with hell of a harmony with the flow Hooked up with Eazy-E and shook up the industry And y'all just in time
ain't got all my fuckin' jewelry Local niggas, got me fucked up Bone Thugs bitch Runnin' and we thuggin' it up Look at a creepin' on ah come up Ooh,
it stand for: now when they came they had they pants on--we beat bitches up out their britches to show 'em how to tear up a club when they be fuckin'
away up all my bad things And put some laughter in our hearts again Now black men, stand up, let's come together as a whole race And don't be fed up by
to the beats, longevity to all the great grand CC's [Havoc] Yo, for my QBC duns, it's all real hold it down You bust yours, we bust ours and stand
us If you stand amongst us, prepare for the worst It's a must we burst ours first Nigga we infamous, ashes to ashes till death do us And y'all weak to us If you stand
, bih, I'm in the streets, bih I fina go live, I fina go live I fina go live, I fina go live You can catch me in the strip club standing on the bar You
the streets, the runners (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 (Cause I
the vapors, more pub than the papers More papers than the press, oh yes I gets paid Common Sense: Yo, I didn't grow up up po po but once you get grown
Day Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B O R O nigga Who I die for This is for my Q dogs, who lit a block's bright spark We grew up on old English, summertime
streets of New York On the streets of New York On the streets of New York On the streets of New York On the streets of New York On the streets of New
street up in that green thing Greetings Earthlings, I've been lurking deep in the shadows Gathering artillery for the battle Now, on the front line I stand
