Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (remix)

Intro: Man

Spark shit up
and fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Hooooo
Eiiii

One: Sticky Fingaz

I'm a
A dick in the dirt is what i'm
Sporting mad Polo but only if its
I got no my mind is in the gutter
KId I'll open up your face my orange box cutter
Soak you when you expect it
Before I met Russel I only had a record
Plus nothing ever me when I was at home
These Evil got a mind of their own
My Pops left me for dead with the clothes on my back
I grew up selling
And to drive a car jack
I got street smarts and I use
I can spot an undercover with my vision
And if test me out there
They gonna make me kill and throw away my carear
I'm my Mothers born, Her last bad seed

Verse Fredro Star a.k.a. Never

Its all about the next
The cocaine, props and
For the ah
Snatchin the green
Me and my crew in the zone of the twilight
The highlight
When the shit don't go right
Its so its blazing
A nigga hayz in
got 'em for a runner
Then the thickens
On point Rod Strickland
ticking
Makes the niggas clicks stop ticking
Hitting stash
And like and expert
Cover ya
And conceal that dirty

Chorus: Man

is for the gun slingers
noise
this is for the slingers
bell
this is for the
and beggers
And all my hood who know where we headin'

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Verse Three:

Its all about the $50,000
games and ice chains
We out of the average price range
Rings and Remy with Henny
Chicks Fendi sucking disk in the Infinity
This had mad deco
Fucking the nickel metro Blow
All you heard was the gun
On a dead nbight I get my right
red lights no headlights
Pumping in a black Benz
Pulling out Mac
Its just the smell of cigarettes
Broke niggas with out
2 puffs and passed out
Woke him up 21 shots of penicillin
him up
I guess thought it was
Yo chill kid lamp kid, kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit me one

Four: Method Man

Its the Blaze that be
Not many can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the we rolling
out for the niggas that be holding
Raunchy fucking up colon
Of course its
Verbal
We can walk these dogs through all 5 boroughs of New
Some
While other walk
In my square to hide thoughts
lies in my ears
Got me my peers
That be show and prove they don't belong
I be the Chef in Hells
Pop in the and hit the DJ if the records skipping
My competition gotta keep me at arms
I know myself onion head niggas listen
I the what
Got no time for wiz bitchin'
I'm to blow in 5 seconds
The clocks consider this another mission
impossible as he hostile
Uncut blowing up your
We
on take another if you dare
The reason why its so raw its real
I swear by the hairs on my Chiggy Chin
To the day I die I represent the niggas
The ones who afford Tommy Hillfigger
The down and dirty fill Niggas

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