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