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across 110 street - ransom & nicholas craven lyrics

[intro: ransom]
yeah, under them streetlights the corner’s watching
a father mourns while his daughter’s copping
yeah, below them streetlights we all famous
some years go by and now we all nameless

[verse 1: ransom]
all this time that i invested, i earned
i grew up under these streetlights, can’t fold up when the pressure get firm
go to school so you can learn and get tested
but what i had to accept is, in this life you get tested and learn
i’m going in like burnt flesh in an urn over the fireplace
monster with a h*ll of an ear when i’m in a quiet place
i must admit i’m an acquired taste
how your life’s a movie when you freeze up at the lion’s gate?
i can wait, streetlights illuminate
shining on the faces that was moving weight
who was real, who was fake, who would steal, who would take?
who could feel, who relates, who was k!lled, who was safe?
wish we could just move away
glass on the practice field, we still doing two a days
terrorize the quarterback as me and quanie knew the plays
hanging off the streetlights, but it’s about a quarter past
and when that light come on your mama says you best be hauling ass
dirty rick caught a rash, playing in my auntie yard
i swear he couldn’t catch a break
grew up and then he caught a charge
what’s the odds?
9 to 5 could never trust a job
we would hustle raw, drink straight vodka like we the russian mob
way to cope, nothing off, 2 for 5, cut the cost
my brother couldn’t make it to graduation, was stuck in court
i wish we all could’ve made it
blood don’t make us a family, it only makes us related
i hate it
[chorus: ransom]
yeah, under them streetlights, the corner’s watching
a father mourns while his daughter’s copping
(under the streetlights)
yeah, below them streetlights, we all famous
some years go by and now we all nameless

[verse 2: nick grant]
yeah, it’s young nicholas, n*gga
took the game and hand it back like ventriloquist, n*gga
future bright like the coogi on biggie, my n*gga
streets getting messy, that’s why i don’t kick it with n*ggas
yeah, nasty, perverted, i know
i gotta be, ’cause n*ggas judge you off whatever you gross
wasn’t fresh my junior year, still would pop at your hoe
that’s ’cause i took my school clothes back to pocket the dough
heath ledger, it’s gon’ k!ll you if you play me for jokes
i grew up around the savage, yeah the murder was close
you can see they real expression when the body get cold
fiends jumping off the line like we’re linemen in crotch
i seen n*ggas make it happen from a pot and a stove
got the weight like mama taking long from out of the stove
out of control, you feel me?
yeah, i seen it all under the streetlights
pork and beans and steamed rice was a cheap bite
the bad b*tch of life with the deep eyes
p*ssy wet as a beach side, ignoring the street signs
turn you vegetable, farm raised or freeze dried
fasten from these suckers, gotta follow the street dot
keep quiet, the same lips you’re kissing telling all your sh*t to strangers
funny how to trigger finger by the middle finger
your jury dangling on the corner, boy you’re living dangerous
don’t get the picture, you ain’t get the painting
amazing…

- ransom nicholas craven lyrics

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