The Streets
(Chorus) 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 in that
My *****s 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 where the dames most
Empty clips in them out, coke fiends are strung out, broke *****s bum out
Chicks 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 *****es to bone now, when *****s 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 upping to fiend off, the towns where they spray *******t
Bust rounds and lay *******t, selling pounds' a great *******t
And clowns get there face lift, spots where gats pop off
Shots clear the block off, slugs knock your block off
And have you licking hot sauce (Chorus)
On the corners where the dice roll, and clubs where the ice glow
Dames get their life stole, and bleed from my life oh
*****s laying they law down, some draw with a four pound
P J's are tore down, thoughts of laying hos down (The streets) blocks where they lick shots, and rock what the fifth got
Kids cop the six drop, from brick box and zip locks
Towns where *****s kill at, posting where its real at
Keeping gats concealed at, see a fo' 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
*****s they let their guns loose, they wild guns loose
Gather up under the chin, blow a *****s *******t through the sun roof
Decide where they pack nines, the chrome glass *******nes
You try to clap mine, you outta line *****s get flat lined (Chorus)
Now Chickens'll get your crew laced, for rocks and a blue face
*****s 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 cats are still on
Beef turning to combat, for life so they punk at
Little kids they harm that, put bombs where your moms at
*****s 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 breast sceams 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 ***** spots the fiends in the deep spots
Some rollin in three drops others aint gotta beep bop
*****es that get their hoe on smoke **** on and so on
Spotted ***** with glow on with ***** they could blow on (Chorus) 2x (Talking)
Don G Rap,
G and Carter ,
BGF, Igloo
Entertainment
No doubt we coming through, ya know how we do
Keep it moving, ya better realize
Whoever don't, slugs do it for us
*****s aint playing no games
Y'all know the ruitine,
Y'all know the drill
The StreetsLRC歌词
[00:10.990] (Chorus) The streets, yo where it happen at
[00:12.180] The streets, is where they clapping at
[00:13.456] The streets, is where the action at
[00:14.732] The streets, is where they packing at
[00:16.090] The streets, is where its cracking at
[00:17.457] The streets, bringing it back to that
[00:18.784] The streets, banging ya gat to that
[00:20.119] The streets, start hanging back in that
[00:21.519] My *****s ride where they bust at
[00:23.081] Die where they bust at, my murderous guys
[00:25.287] Slinging them pies where they lust at, or corners where they hang most
[00:28.375] Name boast and bank toast drive with the thing close, slide where the dames most
[00:32.460] Empty clips in them out, coke fiends are strung out, broke *****s bum out
[00:36.370] Chicks holdin they gun out, when back streets are taped up
[00:39.093] Bodies laying faced up, cats running with ace up
[00:41.716] The spots get 'em paced up, the street lamps are broke now
[00:44.571] Mad *****es to bone now, when *****s peep your home out
[00:47.111] And flip when they zoned out, thugs bringing the street war
[00:49.771] Bust shots let the heat roar, taking trips to be more
[00:52.453] With bricks upping to fiend off, the towns where they spray *******t
[00:55.330] Bust rounds and lay *******t, selling pounds' a great *******t
[00:57.937] And clowns get there face lift, spots where gats pop off
[01:00.581] Shots clear the block off, slugs knock your block off
[01:03.247] And have you licking hot sauce (Chorus)
[01:15.194] On the corners where the dice roll, and clubs where the ice glow
[01:18.214] Dames get their life stole, and bleed from my life oh
[01:20.741] *****s laying they law down, some draw with a four pound
[01:23.544] P J's are tore down, thoughts of laying hos down (The streets) blocks where they lick shots, and rock what the fifth got
[01:28.923] Kids cop the six drop, from brick box and zip locks
[01:31.681] Towns where *****s kill at, posting where its real at
[01:34.293] Keeping gats concealed at, see a fo' you peel at
[01:36.954] Strip where you get ripped off, hot lead get licked off
[01:39.853] Fronting and your clicks off all your jewels get stripped off
[01:42.422] Sidewalks where they creep up, get locked up with a street bop
[01:45.003] Kids running with heats up, lifting both of your feets up
[01:47.743] *****s they let their guns loose, they wild guns loose
[01:50.320] Gather up under the chin, blow a *****s *******t through the sun roof
[01:53.127] Decide where they pack nines, the chrome glass *******nes
[01:56.029] You try to clap mine, you outta line *****s get flat lined (Chorus)
[02:09.196] Now Chickens'll get your crew laced, for rocks and a blue face
[02:11.911] *****s giving they screwface, for the loot and the suitcase
[02:14.617] Spots that blood spills on, and dealers clock a 'mil on
[02:17.265] Murderers get their kill on, mad cats are still on
[02:20.039] Beef turning to combat, for life so they punk at
[02:22.741] Little kids they harm that, put bombs where your moms at
[02:25.406] *****s tied up and kidnapped, and smacked up with big gats
[02:28.059] Get found with they wig cracked, leave 'em right where they live at (The streets) running for red beams, blood flowing in red streets
[02:33.493] Mad fellas with breast sceams running from the
[02:35.762] FED team Little shorties are knocked up straight giving their crouch up
[02:38.896] Juveniles decide to pee now with they ox up
[02:41.449] Crack blocks and ***** spots the fiends in the deep spots
[02:44.326] Some rollin in three drops others aint gotta beep bop
[02:46.940] *****es that get their hoe on smoke **** on and so on
[02:49.586] Spotted ***** with glow on with ***** they could blow on (Chorus) 2x (Talking)
[03:14.009] Don G Rap,
[03:14.940] G and Carter ,
[03:15.890] BGF, Igloo
[03:17.193] Entertainment
[03:18.629] No doubt we coming through, ya know how we do
[03:24.284] Keep it moving, ya better realize
[03:28.663] Whoever don't, slugs do it for us
[03:32.784] *****s aint playing no games
[03:34.937] Y'all know the ruitine,
[03:36.889] Y'all know the drill
