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The streets, yo where it happen at
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The streets, is where they clapping at
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The streets, is where the action at
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The streets, is where they packing at
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The streets, is where its cracking at
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The streets, bringing it back to that
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The streets, banging ya gat to that
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The streets, start hanging back in that
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My niggas ride where they bust at
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Die where they bust at, my murderous guys
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Slinging them pies where they lust at, or corners where they hang most
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Name boast and bank toast
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drive with the thing close, slide where the dames most
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Empty clips in them out, coke fiends are strung out, broke niggas bum out
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Chicks holdin they gun out, when back streets are taped up
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Bodies laying faced up, cats running with ace up
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The spots get 'em paced up, the street lamps are broke now
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Mad bitches to bone now, when niggas peep your home out
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And flip when they zoned out, thugs bringing the street war
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Bust shots let the heat roar, taking trips to be more
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With bricks upping to fiend off, the towns where they spray shit
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Bust rounds and lay shit, selling pounds' a great shit
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And clowns get there face lift, spots where gats pop off
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Shots clear the block off, slugs knock your block off
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And have you licking hot sauce
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On the corners where the dice roll, and clubs where the ice glow
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Dames get their life stole, and bleed from my life oh
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Niggas laying they law down, some draw with a four pound
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P J's are tore down, thoughts of laying hos down
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(The streets) blocks where they lick shots, and rock what the fifth got
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Kids cop the six drop, from brick box and zip locks
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Towns where niggas kill at, posting where its real at
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Keeping gats concealed at, see a fo' you peel at
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Strip where you get ripped off, hot lead get licked off
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Fronting and your clicks off all your jewels get stripped off
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Sidewalks where they creep up, get locked up with a street bop
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Kids running with heats up, lifting both of your feets up
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Niggas they let their guns loose, they wild guns loose
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Gather up under the chin, blow a niggas shit through the sun roof
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Decide where they pack nines, the chrome glass shines
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You try to clap mine, you outta line niggas get flat lined
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Now Chickens'll get your crew laced, for rocks and a blue face
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Niggas giving they screwface, for the loot and the suitcase
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Spots that blood spills on, and dealers clock a 'mil on
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Murderers get their kill on, mad cats are still on
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Beef turning to combat, for life so they punk at
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Little kids they harm that, put bombs where your moms at
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Niggas tied up and kidnapped, and smacked up with big gats
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Get found with they wig cracked, leave 'em right where they live at
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(The streets) running for red beams, blood flowing in red streets
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Mad fellas with breast sceams running from the FED team
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Little shorties are knocked up straight giving their crouch up
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Juveniles decide to pee now with they ox up
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Crack blocks and weed spots the fiends in the deep spots
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Some rollin in three drops others aint gotta beep bop
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Bitches that get their hoe on smoke dope on and so on
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Spotted nigga with glow on with dick they could blow on
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(Talking)
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Don G Rap, G and Carter ,BGF, Igloo Entertainment
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No doubt we coming through, ya know how we do
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Keep it moving, ya better realize
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Whoever don't, slugs do it for us
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Niggas aint playing no games
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Y'all know the ruitine, Y'all know the drill
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The Streets
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Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo |