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...Showin Streeetz Whats Good...
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n*** street gettin merked... eazy
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itz ya boy Ghat and Iceman
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Genre
Hip-Hop • New School
Charts
Peak #1,286
Peak in subgenre #122
Author
Ghat smack
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Brooklyn HoLLyWooD
Uploaded
May 14, 2004
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MP3 1.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
streetz pop mad shit like he hot but really he some corny niggas who sound like masta p in highschool, i hadda showem what it iz real quick. 1
Lyrics
streets, all u doin is talkin// when i move through, the tools move you and ya crew inta coffens// i flew through in the chalk benz// a few 2s ta just off men// wit a few jewles in da mule is just sparklin// if u aint got ya ghat on u den u finished// turn ya jacobs into a band they strap on u in the clinic// cuz, iont fuck wit them lil homies// i buck wit the little cromie, dattle have ya butt tucked in a lil hole b// an when u dead, no 1 will miss ya// i'll be foldin an twistin// ya mom, hoein ya sista// cuz im sick, and my flow is a symptom// u could tell im ill, and when im foldin ya strip up, you could tell im real// cuz my chrome is just mixed up, u could tell it chill, but it still explode in ya shit son// an ya head'll spill// leave a drip on da esca girill, imma bless the steel, an hitt up ya crib for a extra kill// have ya mom beggin, if she gimme som bomb head an some neck i'll chill// she gimme neck cuz she like da way ma neck on chill// nigga how u makin fun of me// when u named afta a place u neva been, an u neva gonna be// front on me, da gun'll heat// cuz when i ride the trains, the only way im gonna be unda streets// i fight street, so i armed the nife// i might heat, cuz i armed the pipe, i mite beat, ya mom b on the pipe// ya likly, ta scar ya life, u fight me, imma be on topp a streets like cars n bikes// ya not me, im street, u wanna honest life// u likely ta get smacked wit da palm or nife// im the type be creepin-an-pack-lead// an ya wife be on the pipe more times a week-den-a-crack-head// yall know dat i might heat ya// an i move wit bigger arms then star jones in a wife beater// i harm hoes when da pipe beatem,cuz they luh da way ma arms froze and the light gleamin// ya might see me, but u aint gon palm chrome plus yall no he wont fight eitha// he hard ho// cuz when u see dat da glock rose// imma fill streets wit that pot holes, the glock blow// leavem in a pot hole// cuz i be poppin the heat// like ma job is ta beef// i'm movin em out now, im hotta then streets, and im proovin it right now// and if u aint wit loosin ya life now, da shit poppin could sciese// cuz i might put tools in ya mouth now, goons i gotta few in ya house now// wit the fours on em// im hood , im abusin this lifestyle, i cant afford condoms// plus i aim heat cuz i keep berrettas// u talk alot, but the only 1 backin ya shit up is k-g when u sleep togetha// cuz i'll clap u, an anyone i see witchya// an imma b in LA, so lets see if u still act like a G nigga//
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