Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo

Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo - The Streets

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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 niggas 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 niggas 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 bitches to bone now, when niggas 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 shit

Bust rounds and lay shit, selling pounds' a great shit

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

Niggas 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 niggas 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

Niggas they let their guns loose, they wild guns loose

Gather up under the chin, blow a niggas shit through the sun roof

Decide where they pack nines, the chrome glass shines

You try to clap mine, you outta line niggas get flat lined

(Chorus)

Now Chickens'll get your crew laced, for rocks and a blue face

Niggas 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

Niggas 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 weed spots the fiends in the deep spots

Some rollin in three drops others aint gotta beep bop

Bitches that get their hoe on smoke dope on and so on

Spotted nigga with glow on with dick 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

Niggas aint playing no games

Y'all know the ruitine, Y'all know the drill

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