Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Street Knowledge, artist - BADBADNOTGOOD. Album song Sour Soul, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: LEX
Song language: English
Street Knowledge |
Made money, watch for the cops that go a hundred, crazy summer |
Moved on up, Fivers are on it, that or a shooter |
Who I’m around, every hoovers want a new block |
These is the projects, let me screw you top of the day |
Thermometer high, niggas’ll shoot up |
More gun shots than in Felluajah, call it Chiraq |
Hundred-g lines, no tellin on the mile back |
Get a real junkie to test the product, hold the ice pot |
Warm up the pot, let it rock up, stay on your grind |
Get that shit jumpin', start off with dimes and on the week days |
Take 25 give 'em all 3 bags |
Within a week you’re gettin' money, the cliché |
Come through bumpin' your head and he say |
They all say that he paid |
And now people wondering what he made |
And if your weak eh, can he be robbed, beast hey |
Now he gotta go Mobb Deep on me |
Street knowledge, we puttin' these books to the test |
We puttin' two to the chest for niggas who rock vests |
Food for though, spittin' out verbs for sport |
In these streets you better walk the walk or come up short |
Don’t let 10 miles get you oxed up, boxed up in the cage |
On some brewed hot shit, bitches burning bundles of sage |
Your crack rock too pure, they gonna set you up |
Chain too big on your neck, they calling you King Tut |
Trust no one whose sweat bands is narc IDs |
And run for the hills, if you hear anybody yell, freeze |
Stash your cheese better, them shoe boxes don’t work |
That’s some old school shit, like money in the mattress |
Bitches is actresses, just screw 'em and leave |
They fuck up your whole operation like Adam and Eve |
Don’t play the roof tops, change the color of your blue tops |
And them bags with the smily faces, get new stocks |
You can’t run in skinny jeans, serve fiends my any means |
Sprinkle coke in the dust blunt to spice up your greens |
This the school of street gems from your boy Tony Yano |
You wanna check for it nigga, slide across the Verrazano |