Yeah
Ugh...
Days are nights are cold
Any of us can go
Yow
The street lights above flicker, she's waiting on a pick up
In the thick of the night, the air is cold like ice
She never knew this life before, turned a whore from
Years of addiction, once a rich man's mistress
Now it's distress and visits to the clinics
Poverty got her selling pussy for a few digits
Going home to her children, sunrise
High on crack, smelling like sex, they adapt
It's normal, most kids find it awkward
Female paupers on a quest, midnight marauders
Street corners is the office, the lawyers and the bosses
Pass by, cheating on their wives
She stay cautious, last month her friend Shauna
Went missing and they found her body in the waters
She keep her blade sharpened, there's a car parking
A customer, asking "What's your price darling?"
Under the sun and moon, days and nights are cold
Death don't discriminate, any of us can go
Male, female, young or old
It might be in the papers but most stories are never told
Under the sun and moon, days and nights are cold
Death don't discriminate, any of us can go
Male, female, young or old
It might be in the papers but most stories are never told
She stepped to the vehicle, Daddy, let me see you
I'm looking for a good time, the nigga said Me too
Asked her name, They call me pretty sweet
As cute as could be, Get in the passenger seat
Riding with a straight freak, back to the house
Parked on the street, she went south with her mouth
A real pro, learned how to blow to get cocaine
Using her whole brain, these hoes have no shame
This man was po po with his clothes plain
He killed her with the fo fo at close range
Choked her out after he bust, put her in cuffs
Took her to the house so all the cops could f*ck
When it was over, a silent gunshot to the dome
About the time she would usually get home
To make breakfast, her kids wake to an empty house
She was dead in the gully with blood up in her mouth
Under the sun and moon, days and nights are cold
Death don't discriminate, any of us can go
Male, female, young or old
It might be in the papers but most stories are never told
Under the sun and moon, days and nights are cold
Death don't discriminate, any of us can go
Male, female, young or old
It might be in the papers but most stories are never told
The next day, the newspaper page say woman slain
Individuals not identified by name
Say the woman work the night train, think she
Call herself Charmaine, but it was Alaine
Mother of two, single parenthood was a strain
Did what she could to maintain, from dating rich men
To smuggling cocaine, by plane and by train
Been around the world and back to the street game
She feel pain, gotta raise her kids in the slums
Seen better days but she take it as it comes
Once had life and now a victim of the gun
And whoulda thunk the trigger man was a drunk
Cop, corrupt, off-duty, his wife was moody
Left the house unruly, driving, looking for pussy
Angry so he took it to murder and rape
Hours later, he gotta investigate the case
Under the sun and moon, days and nights are cold
Death don't discriminate, any of us can go
Male, female, young or old
It might be in the papers but most stories are never told
Under the sun and moon, days and nights are cold
Death don't discriminate, any of us can go
Male, female, young or old
It might be in the papers but most stories are never told
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Five Steez - Untold Stories Lyrics
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Yeah
Ugh...
Days are nights are cold
Any of us can go
Yow
The street lights above flicker, she's waiting on a pick up
In the thick of the night, the air is cold like ice
She never knew this life before, turned a whore from
Years of addiction, once a rich man's mistress
Now it's distress and visits to the clinics
Poverty got her selling pussy for a few digits
Going home to her children, sunrise
High on crack, smelling like sex, they adapt
It's normal, most kids find it awkward
Female paupers on a quest, midnight marauders
Street corners is the office, the lawyers and the bosses
Pass by, cheating on their wives
She stay cautious, last month her friend Shauna
Went missing and they found her body in the waters
She keep her blade sharpened, there's a car parking
A customer, asking "What's your price darling?"
Under the sun and moon, days and nights are cold
Death don't discriminate, any of us can go
Male, female, young or old
It might be in the papers but most stories are never told
Under the sun and moon, days and nights are cold
Death don't discriminate, any of us can go
Male, female, young or old
It might be in the papers but most stories are never told
She stepped to the vehicle, Daddy, let me see you
I'm looking for a good time, the nigga said Me too
Asked her name, They call me pretty sweet
As cute as could be, Get in the passenger seat
Riding with a straight freak, back to the house
Parked on the street, she went south with her mouth
A real pro, learned how to blow to get cocaine
Using her whole brain, these hoes have no shame
This man was po po with his clothes plain
He killed her with the fo fo at close range
Choked her out after he bust, put her in cuffs
Took her to the house so all the cops could f*ck
When it was over, a silent gunshot to the dome
About the time she would usually get home
To make breakfast, her kids wake to an empty house
She was dead in the gully with blood up in her mouth
Under the sun and moon, days and nights are cold
Death don't discriminate, any of us can go
Male, female, young or old
It might be in the papers but most stories are never told
Under the sun and moon, days and nights are cold
Death don't discriminate, any of us can go
Male, female, young or old
It might be in the papers but most stories are never told
The next day, the newspaper page say woman slain
Individuals not identified by name
Say the woman work the night train, think she
Call herself Charmaine, but it was Alaine
Mother of two, single parenthood was a strain
Did what she could to maintain, from dating rich men
To smuggling cocaine, by plane and by train
Been around the world and back to the street game
She feel pain, gotta raise her kids in the slums
Seen better days but she take it as it comes
Once had life and now a victim of the gun
And whoulda thunk the trigger man was a drunk
Cop, corrupt, off-duty, his wife was moody
Left the house unruly, driving, looking for pussy
Angry so he took it to murder and rape
Hours later, he gotta investigate the case
Under the sun and moon, days and nights are cold
Death don't discriminate, any of us can go
Male, female, young or old
It might be in the papers but most stories are never told
Under the sun and moon, days and nights are cold
Death don't discriminate, any of us can go
Male, female, young or old
It might be in the papers but most stories are never told
Ugh...
Days are nights are cold
Any of us can go
Yow
The street lights above flicker, she's waiting on a pick up
In the thick of the night, the air is cold like ice
She never knew this life before, turned a whore from
Years of addiction, once a rich man's mistress
Now it's distress and visits to the clinics
Poverty got her selling pussy for a few digits
Going home to her children, sunrise
High on crack, smelling like sex, they adapt
It's normal, most kids find it awkward
Female paupers on a quest, midnight marauders
Street corners is the office, the lawyers and the bosses
Pass by, cheating on their wives
She stay cautious, last month her friend Shauna
Went missing and they found her body in the waters
She keep her blade sharpened, there's a car parking
A customer, asking "What's your price darling?"
Under the sun and moon, days and nights are cold
Death don't discriminate, any of us can go
Male, female, young or old
It might be in the papers but most stories are never told
Under the sun and moon, days and nights are cold
Death don't discriminate, any of us can go
Male, female, young or old
It might be in the papers but most stories are never told
She stepped to the vehicle, Daddy, let me see you
I'm looking for a good time, the nigga said Me too
Asked her name, They call me pretty sweet
As cute as could be, Get in the passenger seat
Riding with a straight freak, back to the house
Parked on the street, she went south with her mouth
A real pro, learned how to blow to get cocaine
Using her whole brain, these hoes have no shame
This man was po po with his clothes plain
He killed her with the fo fo at close range
Choked her out after he bust, put her in cuffs
Took her to the house so all the cops could f*ck
When it was over, a silent gunshot to the dome
About the time she would usually get home
To make breakfast, her kids wake to an empty house
She was dead in the gully with blood up in her mouth
Under the sun and moon, days and nights are cold
Death don't discriminate, any of us can go
Male, female, young or old
It might be in the papers but most stories are never told
Under the sun and moon, days and nights are cold
Death don't discriminate, any of us can go
Male, female, young or old
It might be in the papers but most stories are never told
The next day, the newspaper page say woman slain
Individuals not identified by name
Say the woman work the night train, think she
Call herself Charmaine, but it was Alaine
Mother of two, single parenthood was a strain
Did what she could to maintain, from dating rich men
To smuggling cocaine, by plane and by train
Been around the world and back to the street game
She feel pain, gotta raise her kids in the slums
Seen better days but she take it as it comes
Once had life and now a victim of the gun
And whoulda thunk the trigger man was a drunk
Cop, corrupt, off-duty, his wife was moody
Left the house unruly, driving, looking for pussy
Angry so he took it to murder and rape
Hours later, he gotta investigate the case
Under the sun and moon, days and nights are cold
Death don't discriminate, any of us can go
Male, female, young or old
It might be in the papers but most stories are never told
Under the sun and moon, days and nights are cold
Death don't discriminate, any of us can go
Male, female, young or old
It might be in the papers but most stories are never told
Writer: Peter Wright
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid