Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (remix)

Intro: Man

that shit up
and fly
Oh my
Ohhhh
Ahhhh
Eiiii

One: Sticky Fingaz

I'm a
A dick in the is what i'm holding
Sporting mad Polo but only if its
I got no morals my is in the gutter
KId I'll open up your face with my box cutter
Soak you you least expect it
I met Russel I only had a jail record
Plus nothing ever hurt me when I was at
These Evil Streets got a of their own
My Pops left me for dead just the clothes on my back
I up selling crack
And learning to a car jack
I got street and I use intuition
I can spot an undercover with my vision
And if anybody me out there
They gonna me kill them and throw away my carear
I'm my Mothers first born, Her last bad

Verse Two: Star a.k.a. Never

Its all about the caper
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
Snatchin the green
Me and my crew roll in the of the twilight
The news
When the shit don't go right
Its so its blazing
A nigga squeezed in
got 'em for a runner
Then the plot
On like Rod Strickland
ticking
Makes the niggas clicks stop ticking
Hitting they
And like and expert
ya tracks
And conceal that shit

Method Man

This is for the gun
bringers
this is for the slingers
bell
this is for the
and beggers
And all my hood hustlers who know we headin'

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Verse Sonsee

Its all about the $50,000
Dice games and ice
We out of the average niggas price
Rings and Remy mixed Henny
Chicks with sucking disk in the Infinity
This nigga had mad
Fucking petro the nickel Blow
All you was the gun echo
On a dead nbight I get my head
red lights no headlights
Pumping Buddah in a black
out Mac 10's
Its the smell of fucking cigarettes
Broke with assed out
2 puffs and passed out
Woke him up with 21 of penicillin
him up
I guess thought it was
Yo chill kid kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

Verse Method Man

Its the that be Johnny
Not many can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the muzak we
Watch out for the niggas be holding
Raunchy fucking up colon
Of course its
assault
We can walk dogs through all 5 boroughs of New York
Some
While other individuals
In my square to hide thoughts
Spreading in my ears
Got me questioning my
That be and prove they don't belong here
I be the Chef in Kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the records
My competition gotta keep me at arms
I know myself onion head niggas listen
I the what
Got no for that wiz bitchin'
I'm to blow in 5 seconds
The clocks ticking consider another mission
as he gets hostile
Uncut blowing up your
We
Come on take another if you
The why its so raw cause its real
I by the hairs on my Chin Chiggy Chin
To the day I die I represent the Grimy
The ones who can't afford Hillfigger
The down and dirty Johnny fill

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