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DJ Kay Slay - Streetsweepers (Outro) lyrics

F/ The lox

[Verse 1 - Styles P] (Sheek Louch)
When there's beef I'ma ride and won't slide 'til I'm debtin you
(P swallow your pride), my pride ain't edible
f** with my life, I'm stressin your d**h
Cut his guts out, wrap his intestines around his neck
You wanna gun who (*laughing*), what?
sh** it's the ghost and my style's like the art of Water Block Sun Soo
It's the ghetto godfather, priest in the hood
Cross the line that's your spine, I'm the beast in the hood
Don't consider that I rap, just consider I'm strapped
And I squeeze at your brain, face, rib and your back
Dog we can keep it brief get straight to the beef
I'm so deep they see the pain in my eyes when I'm sleep
I made a vow to the streets at a very young age
That I would always use my knife and I would let my gun blaze
Got n***as that'll ride with me, die with me, thug with me
Bust off they hammers, still sell they d** with me
My n***as is real they all'll see the judge with me
Nobody in rap, cause all my n***as thug with me (n***a)

[Chorus - Sheek Louch] + (Jadakiss)
We gon' keep flippin our cars (weighin the odds), uh
Bustin our guns (raisin our sons), yeah
Bringin the storm (changin the norm)
n***as is a** (let's get it on)
Walk with me (I)

Keep flippin our cars (weighin the odds), uh
Bustin our guns (raisin our sons), yeah
Bringin the storm (changin the norm)
n***as is a** (let's get it on)
Walk with me (I)

[Verse 2 - Sheek Louch] (Styles P)
We chase n***as through malls
Clap n***as through walls
Y'all want it with them D-Block boys
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Put the brown things up in you like Chips Ahoys
Listen I'ma thug and I'm proud
Y'all n***as "Fashionably Loud"
I don't give a f** what kind of shirt that is
I'll put the barrel to your kids and your wiz
Watch them float, fish takin bites of they skin
Little holes in they chin
You in the mirror tryna see if they spin
n***as is a**, tell a n***a drop the top and stop
Roll the windows down, get rid of the cop
I'm in the hood like boots on n***as cars
Gats on n***as waist, you couldn't even tell that we stars
Break down food, pizza, whatever it be
I love my n***as and they love me (get off our dick)
What? You ain't gettin the point I think I'll give it to you
Right in your waist and hand your f**in liver to you, yeah


[Verse 3 - Jadakiss] (Sheek Louch)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, hey yo this is why I claim no slums (why?)
Cause I could sit back, knock off a half a brick, and chew Rainblow Gums
And the color of the Benz will k** ya, it's gold
When it's movin fast it look like silver, I'm low
With the trey pound next to my nuts
A shotgun ridin shotgun on the seat next to my dutch
I swear for God the Mag'll bust
n***as know 'Kiss flow been crazy like a bag of dust
Y'all industry-tuitionalized
My n***as is real, real n***as see the truth and the lies
Aimin for your head (but really tryna shoot out your eyes)
With every Tef, then stomp out whatever is left
And sometimes I say sh** that I shouldn't
But I never said that I couldn't
Turn your chest plate into pudding
And all my n***as'll spray
Except women, so the reason y'all living, cause y'all n***as is gay, uh


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