Artist: Solomon Childs Album: You Don't Want War Song: Alone in These Streets Typed by: pneumatic [Sample] Alone in the street, A-Ah-Alone in the street [Solomon Childs] They camouflage your night life, Tryna shake the decoys Summertime, Big rims on the Taurus Girls with the Gator open toes Heroin fat Miami, Rollin with the 'caine Gigolos The dice roll hotter then Las Vegas casinos Broads, Take'n they kids to school sayin that I hustle hard Niggas callin me Mourning like I'm Alonzo Nigga I'm all Madden, Channelin through the walls of your hood Love aint love and aint nothin gonna good And what's really hood is niggas is pussy and kill niggas over pussy Side line steppin, Your General's a fiend For those acquiring minds I never did the sniff coke thing I never been a dust head, But no matter how low I get I never stop smellin like bread, I never like smellin like bread Cause it attract the wrong niggas, And they stupid plans Where you find yourself in gun walls and niggas aint even really your mans Tender on that Mooshu, SWAT raided my hood Rest in peace to my pitbull she been Damoo Smell the thick in the hood, Narcotic pipes burnin Money get the world turnin, F.T.W. nigga, Fuck the world This is a F.T.W. nigga I might fuck your girl, Yeah