Styles P - We Are the Streets lyrics

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Styles P - We Are the Streets lyrics

[Intro: Sheek] Ugh You know we had to do this right Hugh Hugh You know we had to do this right Hugh Hugh It just wouldn't be right [Verse One: Sheek Louch] Yo I'mma b-boy standin in my b-boy stance Glock on my hip as big as the dick in my pants You don't want nothing with Sheek you soft as f** I leave a single shotgun shell on top of your truck Wit a horseshoe to let you know you pressin' ya luck You don't want nuttin wit kiss, nuttin wit styles You don't wanna end up food for the crocadiles I'd take the gun off ya waste and smack ya And turn around and point it at ya mink and give you one I'm the reason why ya peeps not in ICU Cause believe me when you ain't watchin I see you From the Hamptons to the place where you like to eat I put somethin in them yams you keep thinkin is sweet I'm in the bushes all night calm wit' the Tommy Waitin for you to skinny dip wit' that mommy While she waitin' for the night, I'm waitin' for her flight [Hook: Jadakiss] 2X No we ain't Wit dem No more cause we ruffrydin Get it out ya head now LOX is back now Show a little love now Pump it in the club now [Verse Two: Jadakiss] Yo if you should die tonight It's cause I said peel his cap We on Ruffryders now How real is that It's the kiss of d**h everybody know J- face Us gettin off similar to OJ's case Just better rhymes and better beats involved Less politics more of the streets involved Things always go smooth when the heats involved Sign today or get beat tommorow First one talkin that family sh** And get a lotta doe and don't give the family sh** I don't care how many ? you wrote I just wanna see how you gonna dance when your neck get broke If yall do fall down I'mma scoop the ? No shiny suits Everybody boots and jeans The industry is one thing being real is another That means i'll steal your mother [Hook: 2x] [Verse Three: Styles P] Yo if you let the P call it I don't feel yo a** I wish duke was still alive and they k**ed yo a** You can keep an industry but don't you come to the hood I got a thousand n***as like me and they feel like suge If you think I'm beefin for nuttin then rob me dog I'm from the hood And I ain't bee robbed before Tell you screw all the paper work You can lie in dirt Walk through the valley n***a tell me if the iron hurt Ruffryder now cause that's where the bombs at And I tell n***as f** that car jack Take the roley out the air put the don back Can't wear shiney suits on combat Guess I got personal beef You worse then a thief Probably be your man that'll work you to sleep We goin put the guns down and we ain't bringin a crew You got friends that hate yo a** more than we do n***a [Outro: L.O.X] We don't give a f** about ya (3x) We gonna be alright with out ya Chorus: (6x)