Lyrics:
named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3,
on me, Makaveli
Girl, you got me speeding, yeah, yeah
Doing two-forty on Lekki-Epe (DJ Vyrusky)
With the top down no do gra, gra
You'd be drinking
Wid out a fuckin' clock (clock)
It's like I hear me
And it's like I don't hear me
I guess I get bad off in these streets
While they bail off
[Verse 4:
Yeah, aye
Run it up, run it up (run it up)
We in the club about to fuck it up (yeah)
Tell the DJ to turn it up (aye)
Jackie Chan, I'll cut it up
violence usually ends in sirens
By all means, we all fiend for finance
We make cash on the street called straight path
We take class, build with the Gods
blow some stress
And make all these hood bitches say
That I'm the man they wanna meet
I'm a savage in the sheets
I keep it mean up in the streets
And I'm
pointers and they head up
30 shots in the semi-clock, and I ain't never been scared of
DJ Drama we the realest nigga, street music make em' feelin equal
(judgment yard)
And greatly to be praised
We The Best Music
In the city of our Jah
In the mountain of His holiness (Sizzla)
Another one, DJ Khaled (yuh
rules you gotta follow
in this street life street life
Member creepin out late
under them street lights
these street lights street lights
Verse 1
I'm gonna let these slide
We're the best
Look at what we drive got picnic tables on my lap getting high
In the back of that maybac and it cost five
and Cristal guaranteed to get right
Like misdemeanors is a small thang
With DJ Quik in this b****, I let my balls hang
Runnin' through the street lights,
war so let's get it on
Plus we maintain, put one in your brain
We keep shit real, DJ Smurf straight thuggin' and knocking out grills man
[Kaine,
brain
We keep shit real, DJ Smurf straight thuggin' and knocking out grills man
Here we come so fuck the whole flow
Ying Yang Twins kicking in your
war so let's get it on
Plus we maintain, put one in your brain
We keep shit real, DJ Smurf straight thuggin' and knocking out grills man
[Kaine,
shit is intolerable
Livin' by principle
Starin' out over women in swimmin' suits by the pool
I'ma slide with a few
Every chance was spoiled, no
PreChorus:
Im on my street
These enemies in my list
I wanna broke them,please
Dont touch me if i miss
I dont care about your stupid bro
Kick him now he have
crack again?"
Fake niggas up three, bring us back again
Riding down Broad Street
I'm in the Bach again
I bully niggas, I'm unlike Mac again
Philly, money
can't even breathe, ayy
We on the streets, better call on G-O-D, ayy
This a wide body, these ain't stocks though
He ain't 'bout it, 'bout it, where
body felt broken my knees collapsed in that room
I woke up early at six
Hopped in my old Ford, escape
And left that campus destroyed
By 46 and 3rd Street
(These are the ones my-, my-)
(These are the brakes) (my-, my-, my-)
(My-, my-, my DJ cuttin')
A mother gets mugged by her crackhead son
(That's
and Cristal guaranteed to get right
Like misdemeanors is a small thang
With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang
Runnin' through the street lights,
A dedication to the block
Jones, what up, nigga? BSF
These are the real Sopranos dJ Drama
I fell in love with the streets
Mike Amiri jeans,
action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action
spit, know your limits
It's best you mind your mothafuckin' business
If you ain't in it
So hard in these streets
Gotta pack a pistol plus talk to God in
.png/220px-Doja_Cat_-_Streets_(Silhouette_Remix).png "Streets")
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