Lyrics:
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Gee-gee-geyeah
Baby, watching, streets
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Live from Brooklyn
Uh-huh uh
The streets is watching
Check it, check
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Gee-gee-geyeah
Baby, watching, streets
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Live from Brooklyn
Uh-huh uh
The streets is watching
Check it, check
Totally psychic open your mind quick as the vibe kicks word to my sidekick
Sex boi let's hoi jislaaik yo yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
I get plenty enemy, I get energy
Yepa
Emi lomo ná
What you talking bout
Na me be that boy ,Your mom warned you about
otipe ti mo ti wa ni street
Aaiye
Street boy
You've been out too long
Street boy
Ain't you got enough sense to go home
Street boy
You're gonna end up alone
You need some love
Street boy
You've been out too long
Street boy
Ain't you got enough sense to go home
Street boy
You're gonna end up alone
You need some love
me
I'm a real G., I'm real street, I'm a real beast, on Real beats
That K-Cutta it stay with me, lil boy Dont play with me
The reason why you niggas
you fucked up your whole night (big boy)
What's my basis? The look on store owner's faces (big boy)
This kids outrageous, he buying them by the cases
anthem?
Nas, the millionaire, the mansion
When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme?
Never on schedule, but always on time
These streets
Lifestyle boys
It's going to be a long ride
I want you to ride with me
Shawn wealth
Don't ask me
In my Louis Vuitton
And my Nike
Have been on nikky
the streets, and most of dem die by the chrome
Ay give the little nigga his ball back
Game Boyz, put a clip in a .45, cock back
Jeezy show a nigga where
Nolia, that Valence Street and P-S-E
That got some Hot Boys that represent that U.P.T.
And where they be, three hundred and fifty degrees
[Chorus:]
begin
G-Code, nigga, live by it, die by it
South Beach, I don't stop, I just ride by it
In the streets, I done ducked a couple drive-bys
I thank God that
of the carousel
A black parade of circus freaks, and led by Mister Dark,
Scours every street for the boys to drag them down to hell
The boys have seen too much
you fucked up your whole night (big boy)
What's my basis? The look on store owner's faces (big boy)
This kids outrageous, he buying them by the cases
watched me grow
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets
Yo
Tottenham, I was raised in the block, that's man
Surrounded by dingers
I ain't trying to be no D-boy
I love music, I'm a b-boy
Are you the undercover or the decoy
I'm heavy with the D, Trouble T Roy
A pit with no muzzle,
this ain't Buffalo, bitch"
Whole bunch of vultures, whole bunch of crows, bitch
I'm the Eagle Street, Russell Crowe and
I'm too cold to be a Hot Boy
While niggas bet he dippin', you know they got that
That street money, that street, that street money
That street money, that street, that street money
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the dough
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold-shootin'
hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it
I was knocking motherfuckers out
What's your name boy
Funky,
Hmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby
Yo' street in a Range Rover (C'mon)
Street sweeper, baby
Cocked ready to let it go (Hot shit)
Shimmy, shimmy cocoa
sentenced me boy
I been in street wars wit' plenty beef boy
No surrender (No surrender)
No retreat
We don't retreat from anyone
In the penitentiary (In
after all
Meyɛ yie a meyɛ ma meho oo
Cause I know oo oooh
I am a street boy hustler
I am street boy oye
I am Street boy hustler
Am a street boy oye
I am
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