In the Streets
MF DOOM, Busta Rhymes, BJ the Chicago Kid
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 it's 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 36544
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 it's 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
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