Street Propaganda (ft. Clipse) by Wyld
Chiddy, bands ring bells like church out
I could have did anything to the dirt route
Hunned thousand dollar cars when I murk out
Cardio in the kitchen, get the work out
I cannot ball, I ain't got a way jack
Pure fish, better pray you get your face back
Started out small ball, trade packs
Now the top on the drop, do a 1-2 way back
I can get em to your door in an instant
Send the block to get rock on the imprint
Money don't stop, over time, check my time clock
I'm taking guap with me when I hit the fine block
Oversize rock, chillin in my cool chain
Louis Vuitton on me, down to the shoe strangs
Yeah burn the base ...like bruce wayne
Set fire to the city
[Hook]
I got my gun, I got my hammer, hammer, against the odds
I'm a gambler, gambler
Talking that street, propaganda, ganda
Them birds fly, them birds fly
Them birds fly, them birds fly
Them birds fly,
I got 3 or 4 packs, how can you relate?
I got 3 or 4 spots, 10 cities, 5 states
I got 3 or 4 packs, how can you relate?
I got 3 or 4 spots, 10 cities, 5 states
It's the emy, I chop that block like a sensei
Malice take street to the whip like kinte
Numb to the taste, rock harder, free base
Been off to the highest, bidder like e bay
This real rap, other cats is clich�
The proofs and the pudding, I cook it, I put my foot in
You ain't gotta wonder if we them in the streets
Damn right we're in the game like nintendo wii
We welcome this life, where we play for keeps
You know who my tempo be, jeezy
Ferrrari m6, I make it look easy
We done came up like george and weezy
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