Stack Bundles - Streets Of Far Rock lyrics

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Stack Bundles - Streets Of Far Rock lyrics

[Intro] Motherf**ers, we bust guns like we at war n***a We Patriotic, we red, white and blue Got red Bloods, blue Crips and white Cops To patrol a motherf**er, we don't give a f** My n***a Stack Bundles Come out here Spray these motherf**ers [Hook (2x)] On the Streets of Far Rock You can't trust nobody n***as will run on up you with a hammer screaming Squaaaaaaad Up! You ain't getting that guap Then n***a you ain't nobody From Redfern the Hammels n***as Is banging screaming Squaaaaaaad Up! In the Streets of Far Rock [Verse 1] Where I am from First thing you learn is a gun And how to empty a clip You'll get ripped You gonna need more Stitches then a scene strip While I am stuck in the mayor I am fixing my fitting I am loathing the clip up and Walk out with it, it's that simple You can tell I don't play with cake Without touching it, you can see the piece About as heavy as a paper work Getting raw far from work Who used went up Third came home don't even ask about bury I am boss amongst bosses Harry put them all in your face So it won't be a viewing for the coffins If don't make me blush it's not an offer And for the rush n***as like Jamal's he is a offer Far Rock is a different planet come around here With your chest poked out it's evident You ain't learnt sh** from Janet Went behind the scene is where the access granted You eye seen the body But your stomach couldn't stand it [Hook (2x)] On the Streets of Far Rock You can't trust nobody n***as will run on up you with a hammer screaming Squaaaaaaad Up! You ain't getting that guap Then n***a you ain't nobody From Redfern the Hammels n***as Is banging screaming Squaaaaaaad Up! In the Streets of Far Rock [Verse 2] Look Everybody play a thug Until you run up on a n***a For his carrots with a shotty like Elmer Fudd Then they play a different tune n***as soften up And start singing for the b**hes like Loon You ain't got to take my words for it's your You don't know what St.Johns is n***a the 4th Put them in intensive care f**ed up how he was riding in a Bentley Know he rolling in an expensive chair You ain't really from the streets n***a Then don't pretend to be Range the terrible thing to waste Ask the Kennedy's Got an unforgettable face They don't remember me Young n***a that let his thing smoke like a chimney Pastes is a virtue, and I ain't got a PhD So PH on SB and I am a hurt you I can't even beef with these b**hes They too commercial And if you got hot when I signed That mean I birthed you [Hook (2x)] On the Streets of Far Rock You can't trust nobody n***as will run on up you with a hammer screaming Squaaaaaaad Up! You ain't getting that guap Then n***a you ain't nobody From Redfern the Hammels n***as Is banging screaming Squaaaaaaad Up! In the Streets of Far Rock