I live on the beach gurls outside bikinies in the street
Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep
I see the kids on the street
I pray the lord my guns to keep
I'm the nigga on the back street
That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep
I turn around and its freddy kruger from elm street
J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed
Nightmare on elm street no matter how fast i run i still get beat. there's no
All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though
It's like you grew up on drug street, from jump street
This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep
And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat
If you saw me on the street
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