ฟังเพลงStreets of New York

Streets Of New York (Explicit) - Kool G Rap/DJ Polo

In the streets of New York

D**e fiends are leaning for morphine

The TV screen followed the homicide scenes

You live here you're taking a chance

So look and I take one glance

There's a man inside an ambulance

Crowds are getting louder I wonder

How the people want to go fight for the white powder

People hanging in spots

They waited until the blocks got hot

And got raided by the cops

I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain

His whole life remains inside a bottle of night train

Another man got his clothes in a sack

'Cause he spent every dime of his rent playing blackjack

And there's the poor little sister

She has a little baby daughter

Named Sonya and Sonya has pneumonia

So why's her mother in a club unzipped though

Yo that's her job Sonya's mommy is a bar stripper

Drug dealers drive around looking hard

Knowing they're sending their brothers and sisters to the graveyard

Every day is a main event some old lady limps

The pushers and pimps eat shrimps

It gets tiring the sight of a gun firing

They must desire for the sound of a siren

A bag lady dies in an alleyway

She's seen the last of her days inside the subways

More and more down the slope the kid couldn't cope

So he stole somebody's d**e and a gold rope

Now my sons on the run he's a wanted one

Had fun then was done by a shotgun

Upstairs I cover my ears and tears

The man downstairs must have drank too many beers

'Cause every day of his life he beats his wife

Till one night she decides to pull a butcher knife

Blind man plays the sax

A tune called the arms on my moms show railroad tracks

Many lives are cut short that's when you're living

In the streets of New York

Baby needs new shoes

But his papa uses all the money for booze

A young girl is undressed in the back seat of a caddy

Calling some man daddy

Three men slain inside an apartment

All you could see was the sparks when it darkened

Daylight broke cops roll on the scene

The drug war daily routine

Gambling spots just a poor man's jackpot

You winning a lot you get shot

The drug dealing fanatics

But you don't want no static

'Cause they got crack addicts with automatics

Shoot outs for a desire for territory

A kid got caught in the crossfire

A tired mother can't take no more

She grab the bottle full of sleeping pills and took about 24

Human beings are laying on the pavement

'Cause they're a part of a mental enslavement

The cop snipers little babies in dirty diapers

This type of life is making you hyper

People scouting a torched out building

And got killed when the cold air filled in

Is hell really suggested

No more persons arrested a child molested

A little kid says yo I got a color TV

Cd player and car stereo and all I want is a castle

I also got a 38 don't give me no hassle

One kid heads straight for the top

And gets stopped and popped by a crooked cop

Look behind you when you walk

That's how it is in the streets of New York