Lyrics:
These street sweepers, we dump til he jump brooms
Like these [?] shoes, in the D where dreams come true
This is the the story of a man who's trying
poppin' heat
Yeah, I'm in the legal shit but I pop up on the street
Right next to the goons, God bless the deceased
Have you ever seen brain matter next
of sound
Hit record spots from town to town
Dug deep in the crates where plates are found
Schooled by the greats that shaped the round
Phonograph, yo I
Aye yall
This is DJ Drew
And I'm bout to get into a new record
By man Big Haze produced by King James
The One
Uh my bitches hella photogenic
thinking bout revenge
CHHDuke:
A nigga in his head for no reason
Facing problems so I smoke with demons
Why these niggas changing by the seasons?
My brother
on these mp's
The Crow's on the gimme
I'm too old for trendy
Plus the boom bap is in me
Come off the top like Remy
Watch em dash off in a frenzy
Shots from
Down south slangin
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
[pimp c]
I got the cocaine lady, white lady, by the key
I get
SHRAP!
commissioner Gordon rock on
Tony Touch why'all rock on
Kid Capri yeah rock on
DJ Kenny Coffin yo rock on
[Verse 1:]
In 199-sess, KRS is in
Jazz]
Lord Jazz the name, so watch me scratch it in your brain
It's simple, so watch me ride these tracks like a train
I freak it with the cut, now I
it that bitch is a teaser
I'm making provolone by any means
I ain't wanna send her but she for the streets speakin my language
I look at my nigga
the lease up?
When I blow finna tear the whole street up
All of this money inside of the whip
Think we switching these lanes in a brinks trunk
Bitch
Ogs
down at the rhythm review
Roll over beethoven and rockin' in two by two
Well, if you feel you like it
Go get your lover, then reel and rock it
Roll it
Wasn't maxing G's
Pockets fatter than
Your half of g you
Half a g what you
Expecting all these
Streets to be he a classic
Tee not like alot
Of us could
up G5
(Yup) , DJ sayin' my name (yeah)
Eight thousand for the booth at LIV
This bitch right next to Wayne's (Real talk)
We came out here to ball
These
bigger
It's deeper than blood
These streets, Theses blocks,
The dirt, The mud,
We came from nothing,
but look how far we thug'd
Fortunate daughter
Feesee pekin leave me better your rotten mouth
You can smell my sauce from down the street the way my pot can boil
Need a fine growna chamo tumba
these streets ain't no joke I been outchere head first an I ain't never been a hoe want hesitate to put you on a shirt cuz consequences get real ugly it
the money pull up in my city
I just wanna get rich with my team yeah
Black rolls royce street dreams yeah
Put my momma in a benz yeah
Luis vuiton Gucci dior
didn’t get no whole cards
They know we shootin back if those bars spray
Take a life
We put your heart on ice
Jumped in these streets
Feeling a little raw
when you grinding in the street
You gon make doe
cnd all the boys that pressing keys
I pray you make doe
I'm not afraid of all these police
When they
walking with a solo swag
You think you ballin' in that four do' Jag? Nah
In Tom Fords with a MK bag? nah
Give you a bird's eye view of the streets
Nigga,
lyin, become a Lion
Instead of surviving these streets
Start Thrivin
Start Thrivin
Start Thrivin
It's time to shift through them gears
And keep
our souls
From cold guns
Shoguns in the streets with beveled blades
And no sons
Yet these kids spittin image of their face
Got no love
Wondering where
heat like a sauna
In these streets you'rea goner
Walk my shoes on these corners
Where the mamas are mourners
'Cause the coppers are on us
Shooting
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