Lyrics:
it was sess Son niggaz would smoke this shit up
So wake the fuck up or get broke the fuck up
Yo yo yo we are street soldiers of the dark side
sleep, I creep, gainin' ground by the week
Ampex reels, makin' phone calls; I'm closin' deals
I move with skill, ride through Philly streets in Cherry
Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nordstrom Ave niggas
My Fulton Street niggas (hardcore for ninety-six)
Dangerous MC's
Uhh (check it out) uhh
Diamonds
Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nordstrom Ave niggas
My Fulton Street niggas (hardcore for ninety-six)
Dangerous MC's
Uhh (check it out) uhh
Diamonds
Holla At Me (Extended)
Written By: KlC The Drum Major, Mystikal, January Walker, BG
Produced By: KLC The Drum Major
Intro
Wemp,
Whaaaaa,
What's up
Holla At Me (Extended)
Written By: KlC The Drum Major, Mystikal, January Walker, BG
Produced By: KLC The Drum Major
Intro
Wemp,
Whaaaaa,
What's up
Holla At Me (Extended)
Written By: KlC The Drum Major, Mystikal, January Walker, BG
Produced By: KLC The Drum Major
Intro
Wemp,
Whaaaaa,
What's up
Holla At Me (Extended)
Written By: KlC The Drum Major, Mystikal, January Walker, BG
Produced By: KLC The Drum Major
Intro
Wemp,
Whaaaaa,
What's up
the streets
What kinda ni**as slang out the trunk to eat
What kinda ni**as bangin red and that blue
Aim for yo dome cokc they sh*t then shoot
OK OK
Belts
thick wen putn on hipster
Am no frod +3
You n+gga go die ba the sword...
I pay all bill at the door...
We don't go ba the law...
Fetch 2 by 2 on flow...
by John Hoover
Are nightmares infiltrating the streets like Fred Kruger
Best to stay awake, the black cougar
Moves below radar, let dead rappers tell
This is all
Mind body soul
9 shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread
shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is
traphouse
Only drilly niggas on the street corners
Unruly type of guys that rebuke orders
27 onions that's 3 corners
Brick looking like it crossed over 3
T you end up in the harbour
Inevitably, I'm one of the better MCs
Tentatively they stepping to me
Separated by at least seven degrees
Heaven decrees I got
teamin'
Ridin' in convertible land roovers
Hoes be sweatin' 'cause of the mouth full of golds
Nigga baallin' out of control
(Chorus) 2x
Verse 3: Mannie
nigga, real life is on the street beotch
[Chorus:x2]
It's been a long motherfuckin' time since a nigga showed me love
See-Murder, see-P-3
by four for four bar intro (talk vibes 8)
Yeah baby We getting guap in the city
Niccas gettin busy w/ 2 - 3 hanging around / they follow the sound
to help me
Even when you were born
You were six weeks old, this one is not even Africa, it's this nation
I was on the streets for three years
I have
the same
And by 1998 we still had game.
[verse 3]
Only a pawn in the game
Chastised for namin names
What was said and who said it
Anti nothing so forget it
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 by like "there he go"
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 by like "there he go"
everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,
just go by Heem
The CEO of the streets, like Ghost I've been tryna leave
The game but it's apart of me
I'm popping like July 3 was yesterday
Know what I
.png/220px-Doja_Cat_-_Streets_(Silhouette_Remix).png "Streets")
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