Tha Streets Lyrics
Bizzy Bone-Intro-
Rest in peace, Karlos Shammar Davis. 7th Sign soldier. A.K.A. Low Down. Rest in
peace, nigga. I love you. Yeah. It's just the dirty Seven in this motherfucker,
killers incorporated motherfucker. Ha ha... Little Capo in this bitch. Rasu in
this motherfucker. Mo! Thug Millenium, ThugLine. Nigga what? Bring yellow
niggas back in style B
-Bizzy Bone-
The streets smothered me, crack smothered me and the brothers/ I want to move
out of this country, get away from ya motherfuckers/ Momma was cheatin' and
sleepin' with somebody elses nigga/ A bastard is born quick, Lil' B got half
sisters/ Liquor ridiculous, watchin' my niggas die quickly/ Speak from the
spirit, they comin' with me/ And that's for runnin' with me, dirty money, I'm
still hungry/ Club niggas is yuppies, guppies fuckin' these little baby
puppies/ Fresh outta prison, nigga rusty, but I'm mackin' none-the-less/
Bullet's is followin' but Bizzy is feelin' lucky/ So why you muggin' me thug,
you really ain't buggin' me bitch/ And Little Capo keep lookin' that's cause he
really love me/ The streets smothered me, crack smothered me and the brothers/ I
want to move out of this country, get away from motherfuckers/ Nine millimeter,
it don't cover me, I'm caught up in this motherfuckin' fuckery/ 7th Sign,
nigga
-H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious-Chorus-
Only God is us, homie rolly, in God we trust/ God bless my niggas, thug luv
(Hell yea)/ Only way that we gon' ever get to rise, togetherness as we ride
till we meet out demise
-H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious-
Twenty Two years and still countin' clockin' collatoral, baffled while we
really here up against obsticles/ I'm a radical, killer Capo-Confuscious, throw
up my fist if we compatible/ No love? Fuck it, then let's battle/ Ammo explode,
machine gun rattle/ Everybody scatter, hysterical/ Sirens, police patrol
(Whoa!) But they keep on rollin' soon as they see that this O.G. to back
controllin' the streets/ Probablly some real niggas, got me heated, state your
beef/ These bitches need to practice what they preach, capice? Rest in peace
Martin Luther King, who truly was a bigger man than me, turned the other cheek/
Nigga, please! Generation X is more than the weak, just a little sneak peek
preview of what I came to do/ Simply dominate, won't tolerate, dispute/ Nickel
plated, aim to shoot 'em up/ Suggest you pussy's keep your lip shut or get
fucked
-Chorus-
-Prince Rasu-
United we stand, divided we fall for the same bullshit like snipers on
Whitehouse lawns/ In the same 'hood shit, got niggas from Compton to Africa on
that thug shit/ Reginold Deny, any comment I lost my blood reppin' Karlos
Davis/ I can't love shit unless the fullest extent is given/ I'm above this
deception, I know they intentions/ Weapons of thug shit if ever they step out
of line/ From ashes to dust, bitch! Ride, never been far from the grave, since
the murder, never been afraid/ My cradle had a guage close by when my Father
was stressed/ Momma asked him to leave as she departed to death/ And ever
since, I've been convinced that it's kill or be killed/ Had the young mind of a
scholar, but society failed/ Josiah Ben Rasu, they caged my brother back in '96
but now in Armageddon we ridin' forever
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