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Mathematics lyrics : "Street Kronicles"

F/ M-speed

[Intro: M-Speed]

Uh, uh, uh, M-Speed, ^!$$%
Check it out


[M-Speed]
Imagine life darker than this, like NARCs when they %#@!
When the four sparking my %#@!, who catching the clip?

Full of this hot %#@!, ya'll dudes is #~!!@, bet not pop %#@!
Make your heart stop quick, come on, this is murder, ^!$$%
Understand that, when it pop, you gon' feel that

I'm from where it's real at, I done made 'em feel that
Heat make 'em splatter, heard you get busy, but uh, it don't matter
Moon hang strictly blood was sweeter than love

Never catch me deep in the club, repeat I'm a thug
And I don't like to conversate, I speak with the slugs
Jube out the streets, and will each you alive

You can go from handling birds and losing your size, uh
Beating your feet, to pushing a 5
I seen it happen to the best of them

Kingpin ^!$$%, but the judge still blessed him
Football numbers, that's what took ya'll under
Let me tell ya'll bout the law, kid, it don't work for poor kids

Black boys on trial, lead to more bids, ^!$$%
No bull%#@!


[Chorus 3X: M-Speed]
The streets they eat you alive, in due time
And they in jail or death, I seen them nail the best

Some dudes excel, majority, jail
And we all know what that's like, ^!$$%, living hell
Especially when the numbers is high, they hang you to dry

All that can break a man, and take his hand

[M-Speed]

Aiyo, the eyes seen a lot in my time, pay attention, ^!$$%, follow the rhyme
Since a youth, street sucked me in, O.G., ^!$$%, tuck me in
Taught me how to @@#! and shoot, say give me the loot

Come on this %#@! is bigger than big, for no reason
I'll split your wig, have people hide at your kid
Ain't nobody seem to be gone, send you his arm

Postal express style, God blessed now
No pride, let him rest in peace, strength of me
I'll promise you ain't seen dude ugly from me

I'm bout to reach out and touch ya'll, @@#! back and bust ya'll
Been ain't trust ya'll, plus ya'll
Rap dudes is $$# cheeks, salute when you pass me

But please don't ask me, nothing at all
I'm a straight gangsta, not fronting for ya'll
Come on, everybody know, industry take money

Plus I'm $#&@ing for free, including your honey
Moon been a dime, since, dinner time
Pinstripe Lee's and Adidas with shells

Osh Kosh jumpers and trays for sale
While ya'll dudes is rapping, hugging the block
Running up in spots, hang hug the block

Huddle with straight murder, and for cream we plot
See the jake when I gleem with no plans to rot
The truth hurts skin deep, you can't wear it if you weak

$#&@ a lollipop, ya'll dudes extra sweet
I'mma tell you one time, don't $#&@ with me


[Chorus 3X]

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