Soundtrack To The Streets Lyrics

Soundtrack To The Streets lyrics

featuring Nas

[Kid] Yeahhhhh!
[Nas] Uhh QB
[Kid] All the people in
the place!
It's the one and only Kid Capri
[Nas] Uhh TM nigga
[Kid]
Along with my man Nas Escobar
[Nas] Ill Will
[Kid] We about to take this
one all around the world
So y'all feel this one come on!

Verse One:
Nas

My antidote to the dope add drugs in the party
Pistol whippin
your body lyrical oddessey
Y'all ain't smoke real shit less y'all smokin
with me
And y'all ain't heard real shit, til you heard it from
me
Escobar, I toasted with Frank White, to this new era
of gangster life,
slangin words in the mic
Thanks to the life, I urge y'all to write
pain
You a whore to the war, I remain a virgin that's tight
This game
I'ma run til it's done, stack my funds
Packin guns, clean each gat, once a
month
Hope ya toast carry heavy as the vest on your chest
Hope you
squeeze it cause you're only safe from stomach to chest
Everything else,
left open, I'm smokin
Next to your balls, police won't even question at
all
It's the Esc- to the -bar, connects in ?Piar?
Overlord of rap, U.S.
France to Ecuodar

Chorus: Nas

Have you ever met a QB gangsta, who
would
shake your hand and turn ya back he would shank ya?
Niggaz want the
street you lookin for me
You want the hot shit you must cop the Kid
Capri
Ladies dance to it, niggaz pound that in your Jeep
Esco' and Kid
Capri, with the motherfuckin Soundtrack
to the Street, thugs pop to it, sell
rocks to it
Puffin L's poppin glocks to it

Verse Two: Nas

Me
and the streets share the same vein, same pain
The whole game changed,
niggaz with no brain could make dough
off of cocaine, Colombian
neckties
Democrats to Bill Clinton gotta respect Nas
Customized flow,
words stitched into the seams
Tailor made lyrics words fit ya, spit
scripture worship
Far from Ali, niggaz can't spar with the kid
Regardless
of your bid or who you partners with
Spit, cartridges at so-called hard
ni-ggaz
You get, sparked and hit, held as hostages
You know how the
mobsters is from the heart of the Bridge
We just started gettin dough, yo
pardon the kid
I ain't used to havin shit, my youth as bad as it
get
Ghetto bound first lesson was to let off rounds
Shots, echo the town,
New York, home of
the Harlem mix tape, master as we all know him
now

Chorus

Verse Three: Nas

Uhh, what? Kid
Capri
Soundtrack to the Street a theme for every hood
Every lockdown
facility, get ?oxed? down for grillin me
Write down hostility, iced down
with friends of ours
Respect money and power and them honies that
swallow
But what's becomin Apollo, nuttin but bigga bank
Fuck you niggaz
think I ride for?
Same thing niggaz die for, so we draw guns
the same
time in this war, leave your mind on the floor
Niggaz doin thirty to life to
survive in this world
Transportin keys that's inside of a door
Openin
spots from Little Rock to Baltimore
Smoked out, chillin on the Kid Capri
world tour

Chorus

[Kid Capri]
Yeah
Word up, come on
We
make it bump one time word up
My man Nas make it bump one time come
on
Come on, we make it bump one time word up
The Kid Capri make it bump
one time come on

Chorus

[Kid Capri]
And I say party people,
it's the Kid Capri
Nas Escobar, Soundtrack to the Streets
Jumpin off,
youknowhatI'msayin?
You a part of history, stay tuned, uh!