[Intro: sample]
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"Alone in the street"
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"A-alone in the street"
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"A-alone in the street"
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[Styles P]
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You fuckin with my soul right here
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All night
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I don't really care what I sell or what I sold
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As long as I give my soul whenever my story told
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I don't know how you roll but I roll, all alone
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in the zone knowin damn well my little brother home
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Still feel him in the passenger seat
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I can't see him and I wish that he can chatter with me
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In due time until then, you can say I got more than a few rhymes
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Thought I'd be there to see him like more than a few times
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Tryin to stay away from beef, but shit is gettin deep
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I ain't restin right, it's like I'm on layaway for sleep
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I think I shoulda been a author or somethin
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Disappear like Hoffa or somethin, came back when they offer me somethin
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My word I, got a little crust in my third eye
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Headache's why I be meditatin; thoughts is devastatin
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Could this be my last life? Maybe my past life?
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Is the future when I'm sleep? So what was last night?
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I'm goin in deep - and you know the Ghost
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[Chorus: Styles P]
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{"Alone in the street"} One two three four
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5 o'clock in the mornin, you know I'm tryin to see more
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{"Alone in the street"} All day, all night
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All by myself, you know that I'm all right
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{"Alone in the street"} Seven eight nine ten eleven
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12 PM, you know I'm tryin to get it in
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{"Alone in the street"} All day, all night
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[Styles P]
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Mad live, could learn to bounce out on a bad vibe
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Or either keep a gun in your cab ride
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Have I thought about my life as a bad guy?
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Made a little money sellin rocks that was capsized
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Robbed a lot of people like I never was baptized
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Yeah I was a very young teen when I took my shit harder
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But got right off my dean when I could book the Ramada
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Cause I'd rather be a robber or a midnight marauder
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There's a part of me that love bein gangster, all of me
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I couldn't help but get in the game, the shit was callin me
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And I think that I was callin it back
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But you can't help but trip when you fall in the trap
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If the Lord call, who got the phone for callin him back?
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Things are man-made, why don't you tell man to do that?
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But he can't, so I'ma stay on the spiritual flack
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Cause it's a uphill battle when I'm dealin with that
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[Chorus]
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[Styles P]
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Consider this a sermon, start to burnin
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Never said you was hard, I ain't give you the permit
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I might think you vermin, better yet vomit
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Alone in the streets with the gun by the armpit
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Can't put a shark with a pawn fish, it's conflict
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Sorta like mixin boy scouts with the convicts
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Somebody gon' pay if somebody gon' play
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Cause the streets cold-hearted on a hot summer day
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If you gon' rap please stop, run away
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Go home, flush ya crack then, give ya gun away
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Cause the rules is written down, in invisible ink
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Just consider what the critical think
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Don't rat, do your bid in the clink; stand tall lil' boy
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Get yourself a shrink if you're feelin you're paranoid
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But real talk, fuck jail talk, I know home's sweet
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Even locked down in a cage is where your dome be
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[Chorus - echoes at the end]
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Alone In The Street
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| Styles P |
