saw my sign coming up the road Dead ditch waitin' for to bury my load On the avenues and the brink of day A Roosevelt dime and a bucket of rain Oh, oh
be a star A star, do you wanna be a star? Can't find your lane but you wanna be, wanna be a star I know the grind, she tryin' to be a star, she goin'
don't fight fair Strike with a mic, in a psyche is a nightmare And I'm always using my dick cause I'm slick with a fly bitch And Rappin' ass Ron is
know what from Well they shot you point blank you been shot in the back Baby point blank you been fooled this time little girl that's a fact Right between
avenue, I drive a shatterproof Benz and all my men's are tattle proof My mic is a dyke, my life is a light A day to God is a thousand years, how long
tell my shooters go get em, they go make a cow Ridin in a wiz a fortune, then I made a vow I will never let these rapper niggas take a stow My dogs karate
tales of the prison system And those lawless avenues Dawn on a half darkened street A child's footsteps repeat And something there turns them Down those lawless avenues
in his jungle, where he lived his life Where the law of the land, it was a gun and a knife Late one night, down on the avenue That's where brother Jake
can't get fucked, baby, take precaution fo' sho'/ They say that nigga Gotti quiet , better fire of a Calico/ Bastard, I'm a animal/ My guradians was avenues
time to live in sorrow Umbrella's are chapel ceilings in chrome And I dig the nylon blue lining your avenue I'm not waiting on the sun Like a bus that
but home to Avenue Q! You live on Avenue Q! Your friends do too. You are twenty-two and you live on Avenue Q! You live on Avenue Q You live on Avenue
You've said some things you may regret, So let's store this mending in our memory now. My mind drifts, swirls in circles like my fists. Your mind games are the living end
that have been left on me My purpose in life Is it unfair to assume I have one? I'm not fooling myself What now awaits is a nightmarish end What I'm saying
Undeniably you are a loss Invincible, why you trying to be a mind boss If the Kon Artis say it then it's done With or without a gun Eat a track and spit
how our lives are like a prize fight One day you're up and then you get knocked down But I have learned the hurt can end We can come up smelling like a
Were just trying to make a living Just trying to get by It?s a one-way street to nowhere Where nothing?s as it seems It?s a multi-car junkyard Full
that we send how could a love hurt this bad? how could we lose all that we had? why do we follow through what keeps us hanging on? we live like a storm
If you're feeling down depressed and lonely I know a place where we can go 22 Acacia Avenue Meet a lady that I know, so if you're looking for a good