[Intro: Viro The Virus]
Decypher on the beat
Viro with the speech
[Verse 1: Viro The Virus]
It's where the pigs roll deep and even chickens hold heat
I know these streets like a butcher knows beef
I can get you a timepiece for [?]
Just creep along the railroad tracks and ask for Pete
Since a teen I've been having street dreams
Used to hop the train to peep the street scene
My walkman banging Wu-Tang's C.R.E.A.M
Writing rhymes in my head thinking of [?]
New-made themes and ways to get green
Cause police sirens make it hotter than sunbeams
I get her done got no time for half stepping
Don't wanna get slugged from a hit-and-run at the intersecition
I know these streets better than close a**ociates
So don't be second-guessing my directions
It's not what you know but who you do
And those [?] what they can do to you still the streets are beautiful
[Hook: Viro The Virus + sample]
*You don't know these streets the way that I do*
You don't know 'em you don't know 'em homie
*You don't know these streets the way that I do*
You don't know 'em you don't know 'em yo
*You don't know these streets the way that I do*
It's MJ all day and
*You can't turn it on and off the way that I do*
You don't know 'em you don't know 'em yo
[Verse 2: Viro The Virus]
Uh, uh, uh
I dodge the speed traps where cops hide
Spot the blocks where the ho's be at and find time to stop by
Then bum a ride to the town's other side
Where me and Tone Bone first went to get high
Still know where to get them pills
Blue footballs and mellow yellows a block over that hill
I know the corners where the OGs be wilding
And the others where the young balls be freestyling
I know that road where my man crashed his van and died in '99 just like the back of my hand
It's up near where the barber shop is at
Where I once battled a cat to Fab's holla back track
I know the pizza shop where [?] and [?] rocked
Over some high school sh** and [?] cleaned his clock
I know these streets as [?]
So me and them are old friends and you don't know us, what
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Viro The Virus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I strut the alleyways with alley cats, 'til I flatten my shoes
You don't know these avenues the way that I do
You don't know these boulevards I be strolling on
Shopping at the weed spots 'til all the dro is gone
I leave crosswalks ignored, J-walking while pa**ersby honk their horns
And I reply just gotta do what I gotta
I know the users, the dealers and all they're baby mommas
I know the detours and backstreets
I know the fastest to get there if you happen to be on feet
I know every spot in the road with a pothole
And where the stick up kids roam so not to go alone
I know these streets like my home and got the [?] to walk any like it's my own
It won't lower my tone cause these streets are where this poet was grown they're all I've known and
[Hook x2]
[Outro]
*Ladies and gentlemen thank you very much. I am what I am and I'm gonna be the very best of what I am. And for those who don't like me confidentially, I don't give a damn. I'd like to thank you for letting me be myself! Thank you!*