Swan - Take it to the Streets lyrics

[Half A Mill] Take it to the streets, snakes with heat in this game You wanna be a player, I spray them gators off ya feet Thuggest Enemy #1, one, one From Brook-lan, tons of guns, funds and duns That'll make you cough up one in the lung, cough up ya tongue Four pounds surroundin ya sons, now you wanted to run Extort you for fun, softer than a fresh baked bun You're team was raw before the four-four, now you're done The clownest one, you made up, about to get ate up A buck fifty on each side of your face, now lay up Pay up, before you get your fan sprayed up You know my clan hold big guns in they hand, to plays up Go 'head play tough, fake thug, you wanna play rough I ride or die, I ain't bluff, you can page Puff (echo) [Hook 2X: Blue Flame (all)] Yo where my thugs? (right here) T-H-U-G, yo we call ourselves thugs, cuz we take it to the streets Soon as a n***a budge, yo we blazin wit the heat And we all true thugs, till we D-I-E [Swan] From Crow Hill, I blow smoke, till I choke, that's a regular I blow domes for that paper, like a predator Pack gats, VP, best man, etc I roll 'em dice, until you tell me that I'm deaden ya I get down for mine, I get crunk I got that crip black, and got skunk My n***as bust AR's, 4/5's, and pumps sh** to make ya body shift, make ya body jump Take it to the heat, take it to the street Less they short, ain't no talkin sh**, take it to my meat, b**h You read the letter, bar is naked on my sweater Four hundred and better, tell 'em, hate cash cheddar Sittin on a Beretta, n***as ain't seein this Wish upon a star, that they can be in this Lifestyler'll runnin from the coppers, bustin at the helicopters Gettin away, I'm on the low, around the way, now [Hook 2X] [Blue Flame] Blue Flame's blood stain, it's a thug thing Take slugs, I love pain, yo there ain't enough pain I speak thug slang, only real n***as roll wit me n***as say money, cash and hoes got a hold of me n***as be talkin sh**, yeah, but it's all bluff Only n***as came in the hood, and saw us, was on the tour bus Believe that, n***as don't come around where we be at Soon as we see ya face it be like "Yo, son where the heat at?" Yo represent where the f** you from Cuz when you go back in the hood, them n***as go want to snuff you son Like Franklin, Nostrum and Utica Avenue Only blocks I'm namin right now, n***as'll clap at you Not to mention the block that I'm from Where them n***as is spittin hot ones, this beat is like a pump shotgun And I can handle it, more than handle it, I can damage it T2 style, wit one hand and sh**, damn I'm sick [Buckshot] Real recognize real, Crown Heights to Crow Hill Pop ya n***as like pills, plus I got mills What I keep the aim on ya back, keep steel Miss ya back, hit the back of ya brain, change the thrill This is real life sh**, thug pa**ion Henny and 'ze, get drunk and send me to send me away UPS thieves, next day package Bomb in the mill, open and blowin ya back wit And I hate actors, actin like you know me from a hole in the wall n***a hold this four-four, you want war? What you think I came for Spit this blue flame outta the chip of my lighter and burn ya face off Plus burn ya eyelash, when the nine flash This is it, b**hes wanna swallow my dick like Slim Fast Bullets make it slim fast, ride my dick till I get a cast This is it, n***a duck the blast [Hook 4X]