Lyrics:
right through you
Touch me in Cali, or the streets of Maui
In the two thousand six pitch black Audi
Drivin' by bitches, I'm like howdy
Doody, to you
And when I take off, it's like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they
Hustle hard for the one time
Hustle hard for the two time
Work hard for the three time
Work hard for the fourth
Work hard for the fifth time
Work
and stabbed her with a knife.", or
Take a look at your mother's heart torn
She just received a phone-call from the morgue
"Your son is dead from three shots
the same whether we are or ain't from the streets
This situation was a mountain to climb
The past is the past and I promise I'm fine
Now sit back on your
Man huh, just shock rock man
Uh it's going down, for the 2000
E.S.G., and my partna Big Moe
Say, we want the whole Dirty 3rd to do this with us
Baby
Man huh, just shock rock man
Uh it's going down, for the 2000
E.S.G., and my partna Big Moe
Say, we want the whole Dirty 3rd to do this with us
Man huh, just shock rock man
Uh it's going down, for the 2000
E.S.G., and my partna Big Moe
Say, we want the whole Dirty 3rd to do this with us
Amen amen who's yelling halluya in no church
Blessed by the street not by the power of God
I don't go to church cause
I'm sceard of been judge
Yeah, '96, for my Nostrand Ave niggas
My Fulton Street niggas (Hardcore for '96)
Dangerous MC's uhh (Check it out) , uhh
Diamonds on my neck, chrome
Gold plated circuitry out the mud
I couldn't fit OJ's glove
To show up Earth before the flood
Tasting my own blood
The ark was a DNA bank of fauna
to smoke ima Rasta
Marley
Streets done made a nigga heartless
It's cut to the end that's regardless
Pearl Streets raised me
This a gold mine on the daily
[Hi-Tek cuts it up]
"It's like the A to be to the see, it's easy as.."
"1-2-3"
"DJ"
"Hi-Tek why'all" -> Inspectah Deck
"Collaborate, break
figured
I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger
What I saw'll make your ass start giggling
Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by
figured
I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger
What I saw'll make your ass start giggling
Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by
wrap circles around niggas. On my grind
I draw circles around these roaches with the chalk
Get your body outlined in the Streets of New York
By
a heavy set girl with pigtails and curls
A heart full of gold, still it won't change the world
Though she could never understand why
Some underhanded
Hungry bellies!
Bright gold on they teeth!
The windows on the ave look like sad eyes
They fix their sharp gaze on you when you pass by
And if you
to delight an absent divine
Fools gold you left all your prospects behind
If you know what's best forget what you left behind
Keep the demons at bay
When they
A colosseum in streets it's the same
A battle to see who wears the gold chain
Win or lose it's how you play it they tell me
But you ask me I want the G-O-L-D
Why go to school? I know all I need to know
And I'm gettin' cash for gold money
So why should I pass math?
I'm sittin' on a crate
Chillin' in the shade
bitch i’m 10 toes/
Vesre 3:
Went to the feds function with the Goons/ had a fat bitch in the V.I smuggling balloons/ got a G homie from Elm Street
and I used to watch Scarface
In business only brothers, there are no friends
I was raised by dirty scary merciless street
I felt the pain of these
at least I thought I did (You know what I'm sayin)
But now I'm locked up, and I've got these 3 strikes; I'm just thinking man...
I wish I could just get
.png/220px-Doja_Cat_-_Streets_(Silhouette_Remix).png "Streets")
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