Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In The Streets, artist - Busta Rhymes.
Date of issue: 28.01.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
In The Streets |
You can’t join 'em? |
Beat 'em |
Villain teach you where to score some old concrete crumbs |
Word is Gold Bond feets powder, corned thumbs |
‘specially in the summer bless the drummer, warned ‘em |
Tight your cleats, or else its right to the white meat |
Some I bite to eat, others write the light bright heat |
Despite threat regardless of the aspect, the shack, the burning holes through |
his black neck, fact check |
No flicks, and he scam, thought alot with the quicks |
Like the mini camcorder box, it’s a brick lick, Classic |
As we stalk the great outdoors |
Only use the magic nowadays to talk them out they drawers, but um |
Before he go there let me take it where it started from |
Smart kid sold some snake spit to a 'tarded bum |
Not without carding em', Mr. Guardin'-em |
Find me in the mid-90s Midnight Mauraden-em |
Hard, they wanted no part of him |
More rhymes and ways to get paid, and there’s a lot of them |
Great minds see alike take a sneak peek |
Peek one foot out and still leave deep |
No frontin' if you ain’t go huntin' or southern, you definitely ain’t gon ‘run |
em |
In the streets is where you witness the worship happen in public |
Where babies grow and turn into killers and and how they become it |
They evolve as a result of not having food in the cupboard |
Knowing that the shit they be doing is foul and grow to love it |
Where the shit is never staged, every presentation is live |
Some’ll bang and turn crip and probably start whipping a five |
But every now and then you find the mind of a child that has triumphed |
Unique characteristics and deals with a higher science |
Aspiring to take over the world and really does it |
All one-hundred ninety-six million nine-hundred forty thousand square miles of |
it |
Damn it’s strange how shit change |
But when you look again, ironically some shit is still the same |
But in these streets you’ll probably find a nigga regularly dreaming |
Paying attention to everything, regularly scheming |
Trying to calculate the next hustle without attracting heat |
There be so many different things that be going down |
Where bodies get clapped floating in oceans |
It’s where the suffering can callous your emotion |
But parents pray for their children, constantly hoping that their babies don’t |
end up killed (in jail) or smoking |
It’s where you learn to make things out of nothing |
Where people smoke crack instead of taking a Buffrin |
Despite the Santa, the ratchet bussin' is common |
With what we lived, to most other people it’s foreign |
The Streets, To be from the streets it’s a blessing, it’s a blessing |
It teach the most unforgettable lessons, yeah lessons |
So a nigga from the streets, don’t test him, don’t test him |
Where most niggas probably get killed |
Even babies busy fighting over breast milk |
The streets’ll help you get your soul right |
Hope them wolves don’t get ya standing in the street light |
And if them wolves catch you night night |
When your boxers in the dirt and eating Popeye’s |
And don’t forget my hot sauce |
Get your mind watching loot and get your life lost |
It’s like a jungle 24/7 365.44 |
I score gorilla war tour, yeah sure sure |
When push comes to shove |
This world done beef |
But it’s still done love |
On more than likely a level of hate that you can’t imagine |
Where desperate acts occur cause of hunger beyond famine |
Where instead of friends your ratchet becomes your closest companion |
And when its beef your leave bodies with holes the size on canyons |
On her strength she wasn’t lent 3 cent |
Got her own connect for free rent off the cement |
Now what if that was your moms? |
Short arm, quart of water to bottles of Don |
Bought the farm |
Yo the streets consist abundantly of happiness and sorrow |
It’s also where you lurk to secure your food for tomorrow |
Where we take the shit ‘cause we ain’t paying it back if we borrow |
Become the one that shine so the rest of the hood can follow |
The Streets, to be from the streets it’s a blessing, it’s a blessing |
It teach the most unforgettable lessons, yeah lessons |
So a nigga from the street, don’t test him, don’t test him |
Where most niggas probably get killed |
Even babies busy fighting over breast milk |
The streets’ll help you get your soul right |
Hope them wolves don’t get ya standing in the street light |
And if them wolves catch you night night |
When your boxers in the dirt and eating Popeye’s |
And don’t forget my hot sauce |
Get your mind watching loot and get your life lost |