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In These Streets Lyrics - Artist : Esham
They out here wildin' in these streets
They out here stylin' in these streets They out here lootin' and shootin' And black profilin' in these streets They out here dealin' in these streets They out here stealin' in these streets They out here illin' and killin' They hurt yo' feelings in these streets Boy, I tell you these streets Ain't no joke You need to stay up out of 'em Before you get smoked You lookin' like food To a hungry nigga, broke Every hood in America Filled with cutthroats Police scanners tune Into the murder that I wrote Gave 'em cement shoes And then I tossed 'em off a boat Make sure all the bubbles disappeared He didn't float Left my calling card for the Coast Guard A suicide note Sometimes these lil' rappers Need to shut they fuckin' mouths Don't care if you from the East or West Or North or South Where I'm from they bring it to yo' Doorstep at your house What you talkin' 'bout Can't play no football in no blouse I be runnin' plays like the Quarterback Sneak I call you 7 Days 'cause your rap style weak Freak, hit the Cuervo And she just got geeked Did a dance on the police Then I left 'em in the streets They out here wildin' in these streets They out here stylin' in these streets They out here lootin' and shootin' And black profilin' in these streets They out here dealin' in these streets They out here stealin' in these streets They out here illin' and killin' They hurt yo' feelings in these streets Boy, I tell ya that you just won't last Your mouth gonna write a check that yo' ass can't cash All the shit you did, gon' come back from the past And when they catch up with you You know they gon' whoop yo' ass Consequences, repercussions For them guns that was bustin' And now the police comin' 'round Askin' all them questions Ain't nobody tell 'em nothin' They don't want to admit it Street justice is upon him And they want you to get it They had motive before they did it Premeditated, committed murder And they never, ever once reconsidered Never heard of such a thing You get yourself crowned, tryin' to be the king Of this rap underground Real bad boys move in silence Don't make a sound Been down We the reason fake dudes don't come around Four pound, catch you outta bounds Another body found Chopped 'em up in pieces And fed 'em to the hounds They out here wildin' in these streets They out here stylin' in these streets They out here lootin' and shootin' And black profilin' in these streets They out here dealin' in these streets They out here stealin' in these streets They out here illin' and killin' They hurt yo' feelings in these streets Boy, would you boss up These niggas is mustard, man They need to catch up Put ya hands in the air Aand throw ya sets up If I ever make it rain Ya might get wet up I don't walk around a criminal Or fakin' I'm a villain I'm known around the globe For simply makin' a killin' Man you all up in yo' feelings Money spending when it's old And I'm all up in the game Even if the weather's cold And they still don't know my name But insane is how I roll Man I'll blow yo' fuckin' brains On the floor and snatch yo' soul They out here wildin' in these streets They out here stylin' in these streets They out here lootin' and shootin' And black profilin' in these streets They out here dealin' in these streets They out here stealin' in these streets They out here illin' and killin' They hurt yo' feelings in these streets |
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