Forty Eight Twenty Three Twenty Second Street Now, as for my aunt Who told on me She was always wearing her turbans Sailing back to Greece on the Normandy
Translation: The Fiery Furnaces. Forty Eight Twenty Three Twenty Second Street.
behind the back I do whatever I wanna do, punk hoe I rock a perm, you rock an afro I wear khakis, while y'all wear silk Y'all drink forties, and I drink
being willied and your creek gonna rise I'm be a nigga and these streets gonna rise Some how some way, some how some way I'm be a nigga and these streets
m outta range I used to care, but things have changed This place ain't doing me any good I'm in the wrong town, I should be in Hollywood Just for a second
he stole We already degraded, me and my family the most hated Bitch were barely both made it See the thinly related, to everything in the street I'm
] Fuck haters ain't savin' none ah you hoes in the never P The Prophet the Possee, the BHZ click wid SPV The bustas we rush 'em quick, come one come on scary bitch We squeezin' them forties
go think a second Get In Where You Fit In, CEO of that record Pumpin me, they bumpin me playas know they respect it Ladies love it, the streets ready
he stole We already degraded, me and my family the most hated Bitch were barely both made it See the thinly related, to everything in the street I'm sellin
're ready for this one Another Dark child remix Brandy, RJ, Big Pun, Fat Joe, Terror Squad Come on Hear the truth, shorty with my fruit punch and my forty
for this one Another darkchild remix Brandy, rj, big pun, fat joe, terror squad Come on [big pun] Hear the truth shorty With my fruit punch and my forty
slice the fuckin' rope Save your salvation, ruin your reputation Get ready for a brief devastation Forty clicks up the creek, if I hear a squeek The nigga Gate Keep never ever retreats Brooklyn street
In about four seconds, a gangsta will begin to speak Well, it's the mad chickenhawk with the dirty lick style And pullin' 211's ever since taa-doow,
driver right now (Stop) Digga can rock, watch me spit it for blocks In between big screens like I'm Vivica Fox Second album showing no mercy right now
driver right now (stop) Digga can rock; watch me spit it for blocks In between big screens like I'm Vivica Fox Second album showing no mercy right now
get up to the point where the cash will flow Burger King and Mcdonalds really aint the way the best will go and its so cold in these windy streets when
cushion His mom's had a stare, I wouldn't dare second look when I murk It hurt, kind of took it as a brief reminder That the street's designed to stop
up on us I'm a load my chrome fat gangster lil' somethin' Bout 6th and baronne Second verse {lil' ya} I was chillin' on the corner of 6th and baronne With a forty