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    "The Streets" Lyrics

    Kool G Rap

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    The streets, yo where it happen at
    The streets, is where they clapping at
    The streets, is where the action at
    The streets, is where they packing at
    The streets, is where its cracking at
    The streets, bringing it back to that
    The streets, banging ya gat to that
    The streets, start hanging back to that

    My niggas ride where they bust at
    Die where they bust at my murderous guys
    Slinging them pies where they lust at
    Or corners where they hang most
    Name boast and bank toast
    Drive with the thing close
    Slide with a James post
    Empty clips is on now
    Coke fiends are strung out
    Broke niggas bum out
    Jakes holdin' they gun out
    When back streets are taped up
    Bodies laying faced up
    Cats running with ace up
    The spots get 'em paced up
    The street lamps are broke now
    Mad bitches to bone now
    When niggas peep your home out
    And flip when they zoned out
    Thugs bringing the street war
    Bust shots let the heat roar
    Taking trips to be more
    With bricks up in to fiend off
    The towns where they spray shit
    Bust rounds and lay shit
    Selling pounds' a great shit
    And clowns get their face-lift
    Spots where gats pop off
    Shots clear the block off
    Slugs knock your block off
    And have you licking hot sauce


    On the corners where the dice roll
    And clubs where the ice glow
    The lames get their life stole
    And bleed from a knife fold
    Niggas laying they law down
    Some draw with a four-pound
    PJ's are tore down
    Thoughts of laying hos down (The streets)
    Blocks where they lick shots
    And rock what the fifth cocked
    Kids cop the six drop
    From brick box and zip locks
    Towns where niggas kill at
    Posting where it's real at
    Keeping gats concealed at
    See a foe you peel at
    Strip where you get ripped off
    Hot lead get licked off
    Fronting and your clicks off
    All your jewels get stripped off
    Sidewalks where they creep up
    Get locked up with a street bop
    Kids running with heats up
    Lifting both of your feets up
    Niggas they let their guns loose
    They wild guns loose
    Gat up under the chin
    Blow a niggas shit through the sunroof
    Decide where they pack nines
    The chrome gat shines
    You try to clap mine
    You outta line niggas get flat lined


    Now chickens a get your crew laced
    For rocks and a blue face
    Niggas giving they screwface
    For the loot and the suitcase
    Spots that blood spills on
    And dealers clock a 'mil on
    Murderers get their kill on
    Mad cash is ill-on
    Beef turning to combat
    For life so they pump gats
    Little kids they harm that
    Put bombs where your moms at
    Niggas tied up and kidnapped
    And smacked up with big gats
    Get found with they wig cracked
    Leave 'em right where they live at (The streets)
    Running for red beams
    Blood flowing in red streets
    Mad fellas with bread schemes
    Running from the FED team
    Little shorties are knocked up
    Straight giving their crouch up
    Juveniles decide to pee now with they ox up
    Crack blocks and weed spots
    The fiends up in the Detox
    Some rollin' in three drops
    Others ain't gotta beep bop
    Bitches that get their hoe on
    Smoke dope on and so on
    Spotted nigga with glow on
    With dick they could blow on

    [Chorus x2]

    (No doubt)
    Don G Rap, Gianana
    ? (Blanked out) Igloo Entertainment
    No doubt we coming through
    Ya know how we do
    Keep it moving
    Ya better realize
    Whoever don't
    Guns do it for us
    Niggas ain't playing no games
    Y'all know the routines
    Y'all know the drill
    This song was submitted on February 4th, 2005 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Smokey Robinson, Reyes Rodriguez, Frank Edward Wilson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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