just living in fear Down in the streets - we're gonna burn and fry Chorus: 'Cause we're living in mean streets - Mean streets We're living in mean streets - Mean streets
WE'RE LIVING IN MEAN STREETS MEAN STREETS WE'RE LIVING IN MEAN STREETS MEAN STREETS Down in the streets Dirty and mean Down in the streets Living in fear Down in the streets
'RE LIVING IN MEAN STREETS MEAN STREETS WE'RE LIVING IN MEAN STREETS MEAN STREETS Down in the streets Dirty and mean Down in the streets Living in fear Down in the streets
re just living in fear Down in the streets - we're gonna burn and fry Chorus: 'Cause we're living in mean streets - Mean streets We're living in mean streets - Mean streets
This ain't no paradise The nightmare's on it's way Insanity appears- in their eyes Streets on fire- ready or not Will the goodtimes return- no way! Streets
M I A, Dom P, palm trees, 9O degrees Arm freeze, ma please, ain't nuthin' but cheese Caribbean seas, Malibu breeze Watchin' DVDs on 5O inch screens
you really wanna know about some gangsta shit Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps [Big Boi] O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so fresh so clean
like Onyx Lunatics 'til the day I die, I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics Hmm, I'm goin' down down baby, yo street in a Range Rover (C'mon) Street
piss n-gga shoot the witness, n-gga hold court in the streets and convict this n-gga oh d-ckless n-gga man im runnin with the blucka young money muthaf-cka u
Don?t mean you?ve died out of my life I?m hurt, burn me baby, tie down And child hood scars, crack head caused niggas I don't know that who?d ya think
' Another one bites the dust and Cardiac arrest clutchin' your chest suckin' Your last breath, in awe, period Meth Nigga, dyin' from paper cuts, bleedin' to death Down these mean streets
's ironic Slammin' niggaz like Onyx Lunatics 'til the day I die I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics I'm goin' down, down, baby, yo, street in a Range Rover Street
(HOT SHIT!) Chorus: Nelly Hmmmmm I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover (c'mon) Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go (HOT SHIT
back like wild dogs wit' out a muzzle The shots was multiple I remember blood puddles Landed in sand wit niggaz fallin' in doubles Baby couples I mean
trippin', talkin' shit They never woulda thought I'd be the mothafucker with all of the grip Check this out here you jive ass turkeys man Hoe's slobberin'-obberin' in the O
