Kweku Collins - 1:30, Curbside

You rude boy, punch your 9, you so desperado
Calculate, cock your rag, maybe move [?]
No one man should have all that power
Power makes a good soul go wrong

(I saw you outside the crib today
What's up with all that shit?)
Whoa-oa
(Motherfucker, I should kill your ass, nigga)
[Hook]
Cause they run the streets, dawg
Cause they run the world, dawg
So you fight for them, dawg
So you die for them, dawg

I got 'em, I got 'em
It tortures my conscience, but I gotta love 'em
I got 'em, I got 'em
It tortures my conscience, but I gotta love 'em
I got 'em, I got 'em
It tortures my conscience, but I gotta love 'em
I got 'em, I got 'em
It tortures my conscience, but I gotta

That old boy, move along, you and your bravado
Look at me, contemplate, maybe you should go "oh"
The animal with his human owner
Power knows no right or wrong

Cause if you run the streets, hey
Then they run the world, dawg
And if I die for you, girl
Then we all die for them, yo
It's the story of old, yo
It's just a story to them, girl
But this is the world, dawg
But is this the end, dawg

I got 'em, I got 'em
It tortures my conscience, but I gotta love 'em
I got 'em, I got 'em
It tortures my conscience, but I gotta love 'em
I got 'em, I got 'em
It tortures my conscience, but I gotta love 'em
But I gotta love 'em
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