' true Because you can feel the same way too A little somethin' for the radio A little somethin' for the video A little somethin' for the jeeps, ride ride A little somethin' for the streets
Or that we would just come up on some stacks and hit a lick, And I (I wish) Wish my homies wouldn't have to suffer, When the streets get the upper had
grandmother wasn't sick Or that we would just come up on some stacks and hit a lick and I Wish my homies wouldn't have to suffer When the streets get the upper
Na Na NA I'm Like whatever man Sorry N' Shit I say Sorry N Shit, we say sorry n' shit Na Na NA (repeat x 2) Verse 2 they call me beast man streets
wasn?t sick Or that we would just come up on some stacks and hit a lick, and I Wish my homies wouldn?t have to suffer When the streets get the upper
1, 2, 3, everybody it's the bdb You can follow bdi, if you need the god, follow with pride [buckshot] Keep the gun tip by the upper lip Keep a extra
somebody you love to see whether its your brother your niece your mother your father your uncle don preach a close friend who was stuck in the streets
in to inform your friend Your boy from the hood, is on that shit again He has upped the degrees and dropped the mercuries To splash on the mass and look to upper
They waitin' for that decline Pray that I lose my mind They never want me to shine But I observe that Trouble I will serve that Ear to the streets Never
paid in this trade And I believe that I can acheive To make ends meet like a hair weave Survivin' in this economy people in the wold wanna be Stayin' in the upper
Pistol shots ring out in the bar-room night Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall She sees a bartender in a pool of blood Cries out, "My God, they
protesters write Black and white unite They're tearing up the streets I'm half in love with every girl I meet The gas man loves the street He loves
violence And you live against superior truth You are born to live the ignorance And you're proud to kill your spiritual youth From the upper sea of the
a little information Just a little indication, just who will dig the hole? When ya done ransackin' his room, grabbin' anythin' that shines I throw the scraps down on a street
"Uh, uh, I've seen you before, I've been you and more I was the one bearing the pitcher of water I rent the large upper room, furnished with tidings
look down upon the west Say the bastards will get what they surely deserve Geologists point to a line that is drawn From fourteenth street to the upper
is for underwear, U is for... uhhh... uuhh..." (falls asleep) (alarm clock rings) Ernie (spoken): "Up, professor!" Professor: "Huh?! Huh?! Uhm... (sung) U is for upper