Roads-Art - Son Of Sam lyrics

[Intro] [Hook] The sun used to shine on my street, on my street The moon was visible at all times Light bulbs substituting my moonlight Rays of the sun replaced by lamps [Verse 1] Gangsters, buffalos, flexing in bear hats We call 'em Russians, New Yorkers'll wear that Gambling outside Macy's, me and all these career rats Don't know 'em but I'm about to break 'em Ice roller bound, rolling in cracks Yanks said stack it, this ain't how I get down The crowd got silent, heavy face slap He slapped his Wis in the face for looking down Caesar with the half-moon, large gash wound on his face Pretty boy, yo scarred for life He ain't a s**er though, this n***a a k**er Caught his enemies up in the box, ill y'all, did 'em right Now he rich, his partner's the real here Curly haired Indian who sat in a wheelchair just scheming Yeah Don, hop in the BM, come see me Before you know it machine guns I'm seeing [Hook] [Verse 2] Rolling yard weed out the jars All I see is bag beaches, king, black sand, Wallabee Clarks We in intense mad colorful pictures, everybody get nice Gift bags for the b**hes that's ice A-yo the shotty in Alex hand, chill in the foyer Give your lawyer this bread and be cool, just stay a warrior The East is in the building, bottles with sparkles on 'em Yo Rae, I f** with your waves with the goggles k**ing That's what it is, Manhattan all the way to the Grand Rapids We stay stunting with the clappers Fishscale parties, commercial n***as bother me We just as hard as they come, that's my discography Medellín music, part-time Cuban Who only eat steaks and grapes, boo how you moving Perfectionist, applause, kings cooling, new movement Up in the Wraith I'm outta here, peace to Jeweler [Hook]