Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song These My Streets, artist - Max B. Album song On Demand: Max Payne, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Lazy K
Song language: English
These My Streets |
Deez my streets, deez my corners |
Fuckin' with Max B nigga, you’s a goner |
Bullets in yo' ass like heat from the sauna |
Jeeps run up on ya |
Beef with them heats and them jeeps that’ll scorn ya |
Mom through, pop through |
Dress up, black suit, tend to wear condom on ya |
Your wife, your friends, your kids condom on ya |
Don’t fuck with the boy, I tried to warn ya |
Where the fuck is my bread (Where it at nigga) |
Mu’fucka, I’ll bust yo' head (Bust ya shit) |
Fill ya fuckin' ass up with lead |
Heard through the grapevine, you working for the feds |
(That's what I heard dog) |
I’m 'bout to put Harlem on the map |
Pop the trunk of the Jag and put your father in the back |
We hoggin' in the back |
You niggaz eat real good in the front row while niggaz starvin' in the back |
We mobbin' in the back |
Gun cocked, jewels off, robbin' in the back |
Kill a white bitch while she joggin' in the back |
Open up your mouth, come slob a nigga’s sack, bitch |
Max spit hard, the nigga rap |
Sawed-off shotgun, revolve a nigga clap |
All off hot one, dissolve a nigga fat |
All off hot ones, resolve a nigga’s ass |
Yeah, talk to 'em nigga |
I gets high and abusive |
Got a brand-new hammer and I’m dyin' to use it |
We kill a nigga softly, get a nigga off me |
Slap his tray on the floor and spill a nigga coffee |
I got faith in this man, but will he ever cross me |
Will he ever get up to gone and try to off me |
I ain’t waiting on this nigga to do me |
I’m a do him like Nino did to G-Money in the movie |
One in his head on the roof |
The god blow back and kick bread on the stoop |
Infrared on your shoot |
Little small dots be resemblin' the circus |
Dissembling your surface |
I don’t know which emblem to purchase |
I’m a household name, a good friend of the Burton’s |
And all my lil' niggaz is deices |
Strap 'em up with C-4s and send 'em in the precinct |
Niggaz saying Harlem ain’t hot, don’t get popped |
Nigga our gun talk |
Cop drops from cocaine rocks |
Gun spark, Glock cocked, brought it from Bangkok |
Turn your man into a Hulkamania tanktop (Damn) |
I’m a fan on the low, I like dudes |
Floss chain bigger like 60 ice cubes |
I can’t predict my future |
But before I go back to the pen my bitch’ll shoot ya |
I don’t mean to confuse ya |
You got a good song, that don’t mean you’re the future (nope) |
You got a good song, think you the bomb |
Dogs out to fuse ya |
Post up with the ball, back down and use ya |
Post up with the.4, clap clowns, abuse 'em |
Gat sounds amusing, smackdown, remove 'em |
Nigga we’ll lose ya (yeah) |
Keep ya fresh, put your body with the brew in the cooler |
Holla back, yes |
Yeah, tried to warn you niggaz man |
Now y’all gotta learn the hard way |
Fuck it, 'bout to just take this shit all off |
Y’all can’t stop me nigga |
Your Boss Don Biggaveli |
You niggaz fall back |
Gang Greene, Byrdgang bitch |
Let’s get this money |
The game is all mines man |
All mine |