Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Streets Keep Callin Me, artist - Tony Yayo. Album song Public Enemies, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.10.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Shadyville
Song language: English
Streets Keep Callin Me |
Yea nigga get a mixtape out or something nigga |
Fuck, they talk bout these fucking rappers man |
I do this shit for the money man |
Staright g’s man |
Word up, it’s the talk of new york nigga they don’t how |
Niggaz know what time it is man |
For real man I’m getting all this money this year |
Taking it back to the streets |
Never see y’all niggaz in the hood |
For real man, yea |
Nigga ashes to ashes, and dust to dust |
Live it up get money nigga bust a nut |
Boy you gangstes are tough and the guns you bust |
For that 25 to life straight fucking you up |
Listen in the projects niggaz die over rumors |
And close head shots give niggaz brain tumors |
Hell yea, everybody hustle round here |
I don’t play by the rules cause the game ain’t fair |
My team is monopilising, marketing and advertising |
Wet on a beach with a freak while the sun rise |
I’m in the coupe driving while you on the stoop rhymin |
You rappin for free nah dog that ain’t me |
I get a g every line, my fans online |
You ain’t richer than me stop watching mine |
The streets keep calling me |
The keep calling me back |
But it ain’t where I’m from it’s where I’m at |
They keep on calling me |
They got me riding strapped |
With a bitch from vitesse with her head in my lap |
The streets be calling me |
You can see me out in public |
I stay in the hood I be giving up bubbly |
The streets keep calling me, keep calling me |
I’m addicted to the streets they keep calling me |
They keep calling me, they keep calling me |
I’m addicted to the streets they keep calling me |
I use to want props, now I want property |
Nigga I ain’t tryna be, caught up in narcotics beat |
You got the cream and blobby but it’s not ikeem |
Ironically, I can make you feel the rockets is not a game when the llamas lay, |
You yesterdays news, tomorrow came |
Now your plots a grave my hollow shots fuck up your concentration |
I gots the montego flow, I rock with yayo |
Real recognise real, watch what you say yo |
Love is love but acknowledge hate shown |
From niggaz who grren from envy or rocks on they clothes |
You better ask somebody, who’s stash is mighty |
How many friends from the past that there’s beside em |
Of course I’m just talking bout your man that’s grimey |
Those who stay true should be right there by you |
But god bless the chld who could hold his own |
If you earn it you deserve it no man can deny you |