Tha Streets

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 motherf**ker, killers incorporated motherf**ker. Ha ha... Little Capo in this b**ch. Rasu in this motherf**ker. 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 motherf**kers/ 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 f**kin' 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 b**ch/ 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 motherf**kers/ Nine millimeter, it don't cover me, I'm caught up in this motherf**kin' f**kery/ 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? f**k 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 b**ches 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 f**ked

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-Prince Rasu-
United we stand, divided we fall for the same bullsh*t like snipers on Whitehouse lawns/ In the same 'hood sh*t, got niggas from Compton to Africa on that thug sh*t/ Reginold Deny, any comment I lost my blood reppin' Karlos Davis/ I can't love sh*t unless the fullest extent is given/ I'm above this deception, I know they intentions/ Weapons of thug sh*t if ever they step out of line/ From ashes to dust, b**ch! 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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