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  • (Chorus) The streets, yo where it happen at
    The streets, is where they clapping at
    The streets, is where the action at
    The streets, is where they packing at
    The streets, is where its cracking at
    The streets, bringing it back to that
    The streets, banging ya gat to that
    The streets, start hanging back in that
    My *****s ride where they bust at
    Die where they bust at, my murderous guys
    Slinging them pies where they lust at, or corners where they hang most
    Name boast and bank toast drive with the thing close, slide where the dames most
    Empty clips in them out, coke fiends are strung out, broke *****s bum out
    Chicks holdin they gun out, when back streets are taped up
    Bodies laying faced up, cats running with ace up
    The spots get 'em paced up, the street lamps are broke now
    Mad *****es to bone now, when *****s peep your home out
    And flip when they zoned out, thugs bringing the street war
    Bust shots let the heat roar, taking trips to be more
    With bricks upping to fiend off, the towns where they spray *******t
    Bust rounds and lay *******t, selling pounds' a great *******t
    And clowns get there face lift, spots where gats pop off
    Shots clear the block off, slugs knock your block off
    And have you licking hot sauce (Chorus)
    On the corners where the dice roll, and clubs where the ice glow
    Dames get their life stole, and bleed from my life oh
    *****s laying they law down, some draw with a four pound
    P J's are tore down, thoughts of laying hos down (The streets) blocks where they lick shots, and rock what the fifth got
    Kids cop the six drop, from brick box and zip locks
    Towns where *****s kill at, posting where its real at
    Keeping gats concealed at, see a fo' you peel at
    Strip where you get ripped off, hot lead get licked off
    Fronting and your clicks off all your jewels get stripped off
    Sidewalks where they creep up, get locked up with a street bop
    Kids running with heats up, lifting both of your feets up
    *****s they let their guns loose, they wild guns loose
    Gather up under the chin, blow a *****s *******t through the sun roof
    Decide where they pack nines, the chrome glass *******nes
    You try to clap mine, you outta line *****s get flat lined (Chorus)
    Now Chickens'll get your crew laced, for rocks and a blue face
    *****s giving they screwface, for the loot and the suitcase
    Spots that blood spills on, and dealers clock a 'mil on
    Murderers get their kill on, mad cats are still on
    Beef turning to combat, for life so they punk at
    Little kids they harm that, put bombs where your moms at
    *****s tied up and kidnapped, and smacked up with big gats
    Get found with they wig cracked, leave 'em right where they live at (The streets) running for red beams, blood flowing in red streets
    Mad fellas with breast sceams running from the
    FED team Little shorties are knocked up straight giving their crouch up
    Juveniles decide to pee now with they ox up
    Crack blocks and ***** spots the fiends in the deep spots
    Some rollin in three drops others aint gotta beep bop
    *****es that get their hoe on smoke **** on and so on
    Spotted ***** with glow on with ***** they could blow on (Chorus) 2x (Talking)
    Don G Rap,
    G and Carter ,
    BGF, Igloo
    Entertainment
    No doubt we coming through, ya know how we do
    Keep it moving, ya better realize
    Whoever don't, slugs do it for us
    *****s aint playing no games
    Y'all know the ruitine,
    Y'all know the drill
  • [00:10.990] (Chorus) The streets, yo where it happen at
    [00:12.180] The streets, is where they clapping at
    [00:13.456] The streets, is where the action at
    [00:14.732] The streets, is where they packing at
    [00:16.090] The streets, is where its cracking at
    [00:17.457] The streets, bringing it back to that
    [00:18.784] The streets, banging ya gat to that
    [00:20.119] The streets, start hanging back in that
    [00:21.519] My *****s ride where they bust at
    [00:23.081] Die where they bust at, my murderous guys
    [00:25.287] Slinging them pies where they lust at, or corners where they hang most
    [00:28.375] Name boast and bank toast drive with the thing close, slide where the dames most
    [00:32.460] Empty clips in them out, coke fiends are strung out, broke *****s bum out
    [00:36.370] Chicks holdin they gun out, when back streets are taped up
    [00:39.093] Bodies laying faced up, cats running with ace up
    [00:41.716] The spots get 'em paced up, the street lamps are broke now
    [00:44.571] Mad *****es to bone now, when *****s peep your home out
    [00:47.111] And flip when they zoned out, thugs bringing the street war
    [00:49.771] Bust shots let the heat roar, taking trips to be more
    [00:52.453] With bricks upping to fiend off, the towns where they spray *******t
    [00:55.330] Bust rounds and lay *******t, selling pounds' a great *******t
    [00:57.937] And clowns get there face lift, spots where gats pop off
    [01:00.581] Shots clear the block off, slugs knock your block off
    [01:03.247] And have you licking hot sauce (Chorus)
    [01:15.194] On the corners where the dice roll, and clubs where the ice glow
    [01:18.214] Dames get their life stole, and bleed from my life oh
    [01:20.741] *****s laying they law down, some draw with a four pound
    [01:23.544] P J's are tore down, thoughts of laying hos down (The streets) blocks where they lick shots, and rock what the fifth got
    [01:28.923] Kids cop the six drop, from brick box and zip locks
    [01:31.681] Towns where *****s kill at, posting where its real at
    [01:34.293] Keeping gats concealed at, see a fo' you peel at
    [01:36.954] Strip where you get ripped off, hot lead get licked off
    [01:39.853] Fronting and your clicks off all your jewels get stripped off
    [01:42.422] Sidewalks where they creep up, get locked up with a street bop
    [01:45.003] Kids running with heats up, lifting both of your feets up
    [01:47.743] *****s they let their guns loose, they wild guns loose
    [01:50.320] Gather up under the chin, blow a *****s *******t through the sun roof
    [01:53.127] Decide where they pack nines, the chrome glass *******nes
    [01:56.029] You try to clap mine, you outta line *****s get flat lined (Chorus)
    [02:09.196] Now Chickens'll get your crew laced, for rocks and a blue face
    [02:11.911] *****s giving they screwface, for the loot and the suitcase
    [02:14.617] Spots that blood spills on, and dealers clock a 'mil on
    [02:17.265] Murderers get their kill on, mad cats are still on
    [02:20.039] Beef turning to combat, for life so they punk at
    [02:22.741] Little kids they harm that, put bombs where your moms at
    [02:25.406] *****s tied up and kidnapped, and smacked up with big gats
    [02:28.059] Get found with they wig cracked, leave 'em right where they live at (The streets) running for red beams, blood flowing in red streets
    [02:33.493] Mad fellas with breast sceams running from the
    [02:35.762] FED team Little shorties are knocked up straight giving their crouch up
    [02:38.896] Juveniles decide to pee now with they ox up
    [02:41.449] Crack blocks and ***** spots the fiends in the deep spots
    [02:44.326] Some rollin in three drops others aint gotta beep bop
    [02:46.940] *****es that get their hoe on smoke **** on and so on
    [02:49.586] Spotted ***** with glow on with ***** they could blow on (Chorus) 2x (Talking)
    [03:14.009] Don G Rap,
    [03:14.940] G and Carter ,
    [03:15.890] BGF, Igloo
    [03:17.193] Entertainment
    [03:18.629] No doubt we coming through, ya know how we do
    [03:24.284] Keep it moving, ya better realize
    [03:28.663] Whoever don't, slugs do it for us
    [03:32.784] *****s aint playing no games
    [03:34.937] Y'all know the ruitine,
    [03:36.889] Y'all know the drill