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Dream Street It Happens Everytime

i did Sometimes i just want to know why is it that you surcame to yours And mine i survived it, you ran the streets, i 9 to 5'd it We grew up, grew apart

king of New York Bad things happen when you leave this city I feel so ugly but I look so pretty In the thick of it all-I'm sick of it all My telephone

enoughA little boy blowin`up Kinda makes it roughOn the streets like a bum The story is roughCrime on my mind Better call McGruff No park in my hood To enjoy my friends Only streets

i did Sometimes i just want to know why is it that you surcame to yours And mine I survived it, you ran the streets, i 9 to 5'd it We grew up, grew

happen? You ask four guys, you get four different versions, but this is where all of them start. Belgum New Jersey, thousand years ago, Iesenhower, Rocky Marcianno, with a few guys under a street

I'm a gangsta, I keep it peed on my side I'm a gangsta, If I see it and want it, I buy it Cowards be ego-driven, Swallow their pride Either way it go

promise you we got nothing to lose. I be the one in the room thinkin about, the things that you think about, you can see it in your dreams wanna live it

of these killings they could be prevented whatever happens it was written meaning God meant it but during ya life you put ya heart in it even though it

of childhood i did Sometimes i just want to know why is it that you surcame to yours And mine i survived it, you ran the streets, i 9 to 5'd it We grew