Ceeingee - Street Rap lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm the combination of the rap and whack I'm the one who's f**in' rubbish to the core but the sore my mind gets the more I rap about paink**ers I'll pick up a gun to shoot myself with it, sh**, I am good when I spit I think that, when it get's worse I stand in the corner of the street, k** a hoe and steal her purse Run into a store, put the cashier at gunpoint after I steal the money I do it my own way, I've seen through the day I'm totally crazy, the loony that'll k** you with a pencil Stab ya hand with it, I've took time to rhyme you off your seat I'll listened to a beat with a mate, he's the clean slate mate who said he'll move to US and live in the California state [Hook] This is the street rap, for those who rap on the street In a tunnel rappin' into the echo, make ya battle for money yo Who's gonna win this thousand pounds, this is the street rap [Verse 2] Don't compare me to Sid, he's now dead so there I k**ed him, put him at his end All the rap in the rhythm and when I get d** and my friends want some I give them a couple of pills, kick a junkie Wake up in the morning, turn my TV on Listen to the radio, sit back and listen to all the good songs I liked before I liked Hip-hop Old or not, I still like the songs I'll even listen to some Abba, David Bowie and Earth, Wind and Fire In the street when I rap walkin' down to my house Not much people notice but some do I like to rap to myself when I take a walk, I even lip sync too It gives me confidence and not a lot of people will do it because they afraid they may look stupid [Hook] This is the street rap, for those who rap on the street In a tunnel rappin' into the echo, make ya battle for money yo Who's gonna win this thousand pounds, this is the street rap [Verse 3] Blow me a gun Tellin' yall to run Put it on, heed it Throwin' bricks, talkin' sh**, and hockin' spit Is what my friends said when I turned my head See these round here they can raise the dead Looking like stalagmites, hanging off my lips Across state lines, but loose lips sank ships Make Money and die that's the Scottish Way f** what you other hoes say, you be dykin' anyway Fake friends half-steppin, I'm stressin, and some question Lettin' his mid-section, control his direction Invention of rap is the best, thanks DJ Kool Herc You damn cool guy, I wanna befriend you and say that you're my guy You are the greatest, put on those breaks and get it going man [Hook] This is the street rap, for those who rap on the street In a tunnel rappin' into the echo, make ya battle for money yo Who's gonna win this thousand pounds, this is the street rap