Texty:
T Bone Hard Streets

lay down and die, I gotta try man! Chorus What are these hard streets doing to me Ghetto running through me Thicker than blood, down in the mud Trying to come up, these hard streets

They don't wanna see me shine Don't wanna see me shine Don't wanna see me fly Don't wanna see me ride They don't wanna see me shine Don't wanna see me

nice things Can't relate to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake When you all fucked up and can't get no break When your fake ass friends, don't help

fuck me like resh p like ali i float like a butterfly sting like a bee cuz its bug gucci ,gucci chorus: streets derail maybe god don't feel me make

rap by night, C-Bone in this Bitch College Park trump tight [Hook] [T-Mo Goodie] I'm pimp tight, give a fuck, niggaz know what's up It's T-Mo and

middle The rest of my life is so hard I need a photo-opportunity I want a shot at redemption Don't want to end up a cartoon In a cartoon graveyard Bone digger bone

late Malik Sealy The one the player haters hate dearly, but can't near me Homicide can't scare me I O-bide by the laws of these streets sincerely, a real

You can't touch us, you ain't able Rest in peace flesh creep And sneak with a street sweeper Niggas don't ever know what hit 'em, I split 'em And snatch

ain't givin' up a motherfuckin' thang It's hard to come by and I ain't no bitch nigga Shit been in some robberies and walkbys And you don't want that