my dram pop up It's crew love I spit two at every few thugs Fo doves blow dubs holdin eight snub I hold it down my strip, goin nowhere Flip two eightballs trick
you while you sleep It's critical nigga, it's too deep Fuck, your talk is cheap, paid to sweep Ya know this killa nigga from the west side of the street
hurtin' oh so much Feel the city heartbeat, feel the pulse in the streets Can you feel the city heartbeat, can you feel the pulse in the streets Can
body Freedom of the mind A ho on South Street hired for tricks Little girls are pickin' up sticks Freedom of '76 Wastee little weasel Wants cheap tricks
mi finger tip Some gal really a sell dem self cheap Gone breed again an fuss pickney nah creep From dis morning di pickney don't eat An she an another man gone dung di street
't be happy till she lays me No, you never seem to amaze me So the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed me 'Cause my name sparkin' like a street
Love colder than death, working the streets Love doesn't come cheap, so I learn how to steal Religion for sale, buy my way into heaven Sell my soul for a trick
'ma mack her From the land of cheap work and steady licks With pounds of dro' and Impala bricks We grind to eat and eat to live This shit for real, these ain't no tricks
a cell fussing with my girl cussing If you see me in the club it's only right we got to smoke something Don't wanna see me on the street busting like
Deadenin' the power from electrical fences Defenses are down, shake a nigga up Bounce him off the sound You know what I'm sayin'? The God ca-diver, in the streets
, But sometimes when I'm alone like this I wonder just who can see through it. Bargains and sacrifices. Cheap tricks, cheaper devices. What did you know
't frequent the LBC 'Cause I'm a bit too pale to run that scene. But the socal' sun has grown on me, And that girl, that girl Started with a bottle of cheap
feet The streets, we from the streets, we gotta hold heat No matter where we go, never know if we got beef [Mr. Cheeks] Aiyo, niggas on the streets,
to 3, for an extra G RIP to Etho, I miss Hevo When I die, I hope heaven look like the ghetto (yeah) Picture me trick, and take a loss I'm cheap like the
When the pressure's on, it's a hit Ski mask, extra gats, bring the clips Don't nobody move when we walk the streets They stay silent, 'cause talk is cheap
When you got the Outlaw 'Pac shittin' ya box? You was lookin' real weak walkin' down the street Now a nigga thirty deep, oh you wanna beef Talk cheap
't let them swallow up your mind With their money making tricks And their dirty politics Let's go Freedom's never cheap you know Get out on the street