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These Streets [Bonus Tracks] (Paolo Nutini) · If These Streets Could Talk (Just Surrender) · These Wicked Streets (Skull Duggrey) · These Streets (Paolo Nutini) · Before These Crowded Streets (Dave Matthews) · These Streets [Bonus CD] (Paolo Nutini) · These Streets (Paolo Nutini) · This City These Streets (Robin Mark) · Church in These Streets (Monica) · Excerpts from Before These Crowded Streets (Dave Matthews) – and 90 other albums »


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Built pyramids, ground up from the streets
It’s that Q talk serious
What the theory is, some like to won at night, we the areas
Tell em what it
tryin' to survive these crazy streets
Times is hard but it's gonna get better trust me
I've been struggling all my life
Makin these songs to get these
I think I gave him a discrete name; he replied with a street name
P.R. at the heat game, no ball, repeat game
He addicted to hustle; I'm addicted
THE WIND
AND FEEL HER IN THE MIST
AS I WALK THESE STREETS AND WONDER
WHAT WENT WRONG AND WHERE SHE IS
	BUT THE ROLLING THUNDER HELPS TO EASE
	THE PAIN I
Yeah
Hah
Yo
Ugh
Yeah

(Verse 1)
He went from a street kid doin regular street things
Straight to a street king
Takin over the city, block by block
won't stand by
And let a n**** do his dues
F*** these hoes, get this bread, rep the crew, the

[Chorus:Repeat x2]
Are, realest n****s puttin it down
won't stand by
And let a nigga do his dues
Fuck these hoes, get this bread, rep the crew, the

[Chorus: x2]
Are, realest niggas puttin it down
Oh,
won't stand by
And let a nigga do his dues
Fuck these hoes, get this bread, rep the crew, the

[Chorus:Repeat x2]
Are, realest niggas puttin it down
York
These streets will make you feel brand new
The lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York,
New York

Catch me at the X with
York
These streets will make you feel brand new
The lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York,
New York

Catch me at the X with
I think I gave him a discrete name; he replied with a street name
P.R. at the heat game, no ball, repeat game
He addicted to hustle; I'm addicted
In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand
most definitely from

In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New York
These streets will make
goes deep
Q-Ball resting in peace
Spent years trying to fight the tears
And I got new problems resting in me
Still crying over joyce memories
Still wish
York (New York!)
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York

Catch me
medicated, for certain
By her a brand new purse and it's gravy
I ain't talkin' Slim when I say these bitches Shady

Chicken sandwiches and turquoise beads
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York 

Catch me at the X with OG
my earrings got ball bearings
Give me a Grammy to show my mammy
How I smash these Raggedy Ann and Andy's
I prove that I never left the street

I just
The streets is watching I'm not stopping cause my bills gone keep on stacking
My ears in love from singing and rapping I love the game 
But want to know
niggaz rollin' wit' me
Money makin' swift decision we controllin' the streets
Side track by the broads and the frauds
Ain't it strange
It's the reason so
won't stand by
And let a nigga do his dues
Fuck these hoes, get this bread, rep the crew, the

[Chorus: x2]
Are, realest niggas puttin it down
Oh,
I'm straight
Make sho my cup feel no react
Make sho my paper come in stacks

[8 Ball]
I come through like a mack, truck rumbling streets
Big Boy
he we cud end dat,
Street nigga ain't no tym 4 dat chit chat,
I'm cold like caronas in a 6 pack
,ace hood gettin head like a ball cap 
One thing about
up by a bunch of g ass niggas
And I just bought your girlfriend some knee pads nigga
Eagle street where the real niggas hung
Ima rep that shit till
[Verse 1]
Ain't no runnin my thugs in coming to come gunning
Running down pound for pound dumping them rounds
Catching a beatdown these outta town