Kill Street Blues
Spice 1
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Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock This is how we clock, stroll up on my block Three in the morning po-po at my door I'm wonderin' if really po-po at my door This is kill street blues Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock This is how we clock, stroll up on my block Three in the morning po-po at my door I'm wonderin' if really po-po at my door This is kill street blues Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock This is how we clock, stroll up on my block Three in the morning po-po at my door I'm wonderin' if really po-po at my door This is kill street blues Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock This is how we clock, stroll up on my block Three in the morning po-po at my door I'm wonderin' if really po-po at my door This is kill street blues Sit your five dollar ass down Nigga 'fore a chief baller make change Cookin' up yae-yo at 3 in the mornin' Choppin' up game sackin' up caine Fetty was layin' all over the floor I guess you cold say that I was slippin' As the door kick in I stick in my clip and begin the dippin' Up on these so called po-po But I know it can't be nuthin' but some niggas Runnin' up in ski masks So I continue to curse and blast that asses out Tryin' to gaffle the scratch my gat consumes Just then my killa partner steps outta the bathroom Uzi's and Mack thangs start lettin' off Niggas catchin' slugs to the face Baking soda some niggas brains cocaine all over the place Took a dive behind the coach Heard a nigga say "We gonn' kill you" My two twin gats start talkin' to me said "F*ck them niggas I feel you" So I bail up outta the cut Tryin' ta take lives with no remorse Lookin' like a scene with Laurence Fishborne in "The King of New York" Now it's 3 o'clock in the morning And I still don't snooze 'Cause through my life niggas be given me all these kill street blues Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock This is how we clock, stroll up on my block Three in the morning po-po at my door I'm wonderin' if really po-po at my door This is kill street blues Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock This is how we clock, stroll up on my block Three in the morning po-po at my door I'm wonderin' if really po-po at my door This is kill street blues Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock This is how we clock, stroll up on my block Three in the morning po-po at my door I'm wonderin' if really po-po at my door This is kill street blues Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock This is how we clock, stroll up on my block Three in the morning po-po at my door I'm wonderin' if really po-po at my door This is kill street blues Onwe nigga died high Face down in uncut yae I stuck my finger up in the hole in his body, told him have a nice day My homie said "the real feds is comin'" Said he was hit I pull the bloody corpse off his body, he told me get the shit Ran to the kitchen Hopin' over the deceased Gotta get the rocks money and powder, and evade the police Put the fetty up in my hand Gotta be quick, gotta be nimble Look to my left seen three federalles' cars in the window Now it's time for me and my homie To mob the f*ck on out As we mob up outta there three federalles mob in the house Can't say nothin' about them other niggas Them haters is out there dead Couple a slugs up in they head, with a house full of feds And ain't no time to be stickin' around I'm hearin' them ambulances and homocides I'm ready to bail outta the scene and flee up in this "G" ride I'm thinkin' my homie heart stopped nigga dyin' on me Partner dropped down to the ground That's when them po-po started firing on me Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock This is how we clock, stroll up on my block Three in the morning po-po at my door I'm wonderin' if really po-po at my door This is kill street blues Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock This is how we clock, stroll up on my block Three in the morning po-po at my door I'm wonderin' if really po-po at my door This is kill street blues Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock This is how we clock, stroll up on my block Three in the morning po-po at my door I'm wonderin' if really po-po at my door This is kill street blues Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock This is how we clock, stroll up on my block Three in the morning po-po at my door I'm wonderin' if really po-po at my door This is kill street blues Threw the caine down got to mobbin' off As the po-po yelled out freeze (freeze) Lost a down ass homie and the yae-yo man But f*ck it I'ma keep the cheese (cheese) My partners eyes wide open Nigga layin' there one breath too short (short) But each time ya nigga Spice 1 hit the corner In a big white cloud of smoke (smoke) Federalles on my bumper baby Fittin' ta show 'em I ain't no punk (punk) Use the right hand to do the drivin' thang And the left hand ready to dump (dump) Led 'em on a high speed chase For about thirty minutes or a little bit more Got a triple thang murder up under my belt 'Bout sixty thousand ta doe (doe) Oh no Heard a slg hit my back tire Then I spun around Runnin' into the side while tearin' all shit down Bitches was screamin' niggas was cussin' Po-Po bustin' at me (punk ass nigga) Run into the liquor store Knowin' they'll never catch me But soon as I'm thinkin' of makin' my getaway Ain't this a bitch Some fedy with a 12 gauge Put the barrel fight up to my shit (stay right there n*gger) Pull out the money and all of a sudden I hit the floor Looked up and see the barrel of Sgt. Kickass' 4-4 Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock This is how we clock, stroll up on my block Three in the morning po-po at my door I'm wonderin' if really po-po at my door This is kill street blues Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock This is how we clock, stroll up on my block Three in the morning po-po at my door I'm wonderin' if really po-po at my door This is kill street blues
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Written by: RICARDO THOMAS, ROBERT LEE JR GREEN
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