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The Streets

Fes Taylor, Inspectah Deck30 Oct 2013

The Streets Lyrics

The Streets (街道) - Fes Taylor/Inspectah Deck

My S I Swagger

I'm kill'n them the best style faster

The shook and touched by a rapper

They thinking it's just music

Like my nike airs I just do it

This here life neck and my wrist blue

It's how fish do it

Chef it to the block

My b**ches love hard cock

I stuff a quarter of soft right

In their twat

My block I'm like a soldier

With fatigues on strapped

With stripes

Like a general leaving for iraq

My drive

Be successful leaving and then fly back

Hit the road yeah we eating

So pieces dived that

Taylor I was leaning

On corners with my back

Up against the wall

Had no choice but fire back

Now benz truck with the tires

On the back

They was in the doge shadow

When my tires had a flat

Ohh why you hate fes

'Cause I stay fresh

Young black ni**a from

The hood and you make less

Been in the streets

Been-been-been in the streets

 

Been-been-been in the streets

Shaolin stomp with timberland feet

Been in the streets

Been-been-been in the streets

Been-been-been in the streets

Shaolin stomp with timberland feet

Been in the streets

Been-been-been in the streets

Been-been-been in the streets

Shaolin stomp with timberland feet

Been in the streets

Been-been-been in the streets

Been-been-been in the streets

Shaolin stomp with timberland feet

This is the way that my jeans hang

Over my kicks

When you see me

I'll be on the G strolle with my b**ch

Skipping towns like

I'm owing a grip

Set show them respect

I'm repping alone

I'm home on the strip

Zone with the kids

You feel me 'cause you know what it is

All you eying from the

Sideline probing my biz

Hell right now I'm open for biz

And my life style's blowing your wig

How they like wild'n with the kid

Like a ni**a fresh home from a bid

Focus on tips

City boy post on the pigs

Focus on his

Supposed to stay close to the ridge

You know anything f**king

With a soldier this big

Watch me now son

I'm over the bridge

Type a ni**a have his outfit

Matching with the boat and the crib

Why you talking

Why you open your gibbs

No points for me to open your wig

Nobody know who you is ni**a

Been in the streets

Been-been-been in the streets

Been-been-been in the streets

Shaolin stomp with timberland feet

Been in the streets

Been-been-been in the streets

Been-been-been in the streets

Shaolin stomp with timberland feet

Been in the streets

Been-been-been in the streets

Been-been-been in the streets

Shaolin stomp with timberland feet

Been in the streets

Been-been-been in the streets

Been-been-been in the streets

 

Shaolin stomp with timberland feet