THE LEGION - Street Truth lyrics

rate me

Hard like concrete, a motherfucker straight from the street

Let’s dance through the struggles, beat, how sweet

Children playing while the women roll deuces

The real niggas looking for some new shit

That quarter is the ideal that you get when you’re wet

When days terminology tech

Scramble city, slaying rocks like the west

Buck, duck down, now who forgot the vest?

Proceed with caution, the zone of danger

With a fat clip with two in the chamber

A spoonful of dope, a bundle of joy, 1970 real McCoy

Now you’re cooling at the pond with Nikky, Ike, Mike, and Spike

Fingers getting sticky, I’ll drift with pops down to 116

Feeding time was prime, hitting for a fix now

Hustle, daddy, hustle, I wanna go shopping

Down by the clinic people need a popping

History before my eyes, the paper town players

With the mafia, top down

City’s going up, sparks flying for respect

It’s 1990’s, you’re fucking with the 8

And as I’m speaking be more addictive

DC safe, man, we help ‘em help the victim

JC jacks, niggas lift the fat, all that supremacy teamed with the cat

Friends stay on lookout, think your problems up

Markers make your money and your minors corrupt

Put me in the Beamer with some blow outdoors

Cut with a petty knife, take no shorts

You took in the game a hand to handle

With bitches over Mac just like Tony Montana

The ground is yours and don’t you ever snitch

You feeling me, your girlfriend, ain’t that a bitch?

Acclamation, there’s no hesitation, clean in the eyes, I feel infiltration

Don’t sell shit, I don’t wanna hear it

If you love your money then go and fucking feel it

Pussy power papers, ghetto to the glitter

Standing on the block with no babysitter

An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth

It’s the name of the game that they call street truth

One nigga, two nigga, three real niggas

One nigga, two nigga, three real niggas

Fuck fucked up shit ‘cause niggas busting shots

That’s why I be on the corner with my best in my block

Standing on the avenue and demanding you back the fuck up

I have to blast a few, I ain’t the one that be having that crack

Survivor of the streets, yeah, but now I bust raps

I took the L and my time will help

Hear me, go back and bring the fucking bell

Trick with the system, jewelry damn truck

A big nigga boy, had them rolling with Chuck

Respect in the ghetto, they like how it looks

Along with death comes the motherfucking crooks

Yeah, I took a bullet, I lost a load of blow

Got no damn vehicle but yo, I got my soul

Life to me is much harder

And I’m still here and I’m ‘bout to be a father

These niggas got loot, they got cash in the stash

No time for substance, how the fuck they gonna last?

A bird on the wire, this rapping gone fire

Hitman for hire, life expired

You never, never know when it’s time to go

To the blocks that you had and your feel for blow

Go ahead, nigga, go and find the proof

Ain’t a damn thing funny, fucking with the street truth