Streets - CunninLynguists

Now the evening has come to a close

And I’ve had my last dance with you

Onto the empty streets we go

«Streets»

The World Is A Geto like them Boys said

K.Y.

cats die behind thoroughbreds

Get dangled off a narrow ledge

Or get your top pushed back like you give Pez

You bet Tryin' To Get Free like you dead prez

When you found, bound by your hands and legs

Behind currency

Declaring an emergency for euros, pesos,?

and francs

Little Arab cats buggin' throwin' rocks at a tank

A little Swiss Miss with big tits will lace up your drank

With the same shit they gave Jason Statham in Crank

Little Germans just a mack 10 at carryin' shanks

I guess shit don’t change except the range of the weapon

If you walk timid, better change how you’re steppin'

The pavements a slave ship with chains and whips

If you wanna keep either better close your lips and knees

«Streets»

I’m a street dude

You a weak dude

Limp wristed, bright colors

You a sweet dude, ex crack dealer who make money through rap

My sket clap squealers and fake frontin' on tracks

In the streets of NY, you and your friends die

Send my, street niggas to murder and lynch guys

I’m a Brownsville nigga for real

You a clown still gettin' a deal

Listen

Beat Street, Beat Street, street fighter

On Wall Street in a Street Car Called Desire

21 Jumpstreet, run up on Street Kings

187 when you’re hearin' that heat sing

Bamp!

Same street as Mike Tyson was raised

Soon as the sun set the god light up the haze

The streets raised me

What about your moms?

That bitch still in the streets, the streets raised her wrong

«Streets»