Luyện nghe bài hát Evil Streets (remix)

Intro: Man

Spark shit up
and fly
Oh my
Heyyy
Ahhhh
Heyyy

Verse One: Sticky

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 orange box
Soak you you least expect it
I met Russel I only had a jail record
Plus nothing ever me when I was at home
Evil Streets got a mind of their own
My Pops left me for dead with the clothes on my back
I up selling crack
And learning to a car jack
I got street smarts and I use
I can spot an with my x-ray vision
And if anybody me out there
They make me kill them and throw away my carear
I'm my first born, Her last bad seed

Two: Fredro Star a.k.a. Never

Its all the next caper
The cocaine, and acres
For the ah
Snatchin the paper
Me and my crew roll in the of the twilight
The news
When the next shit go right
Its so its blazing
A squeezed hayz in
got 'em for a runner
the plot thickens
On point like Rod
Clocks
Makes the niggas clicks stop ticking
they stash
And murdering and expert
Cover ya
And conceal that shit

Chorus: Man

is for the gun slingers
noise
this is for the slingers
bell
this is for the
and everyday
And all my hood hustlers who know where we

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Verse Three:

Its all the $50,000 cars
Dice and ice chains
We out of the average price range
Rings and Remy with Henny
Chicks with Fendi sucking in the Infinity
This had mad deco
petro the nickel metro Blow
All you was the gun echo
On a nbight I get my head right
Running red no headlights
Buddah in a black Benz
Pulling out Mac
Its just the smell of cigarettes
Broke niggas assed out
Took 2 and passed out
Woke him up 21 shots of penicillin
him up
I guess it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid lamp kid, chill kid you
Aye yo JB hit me one

Verse Method Man

Its the that be Johnny
Not many shots can do ass raunchy
Lyric to the we rolling
Watch out for the niggas that be
Raunchy up your colon
Of its Tical
assault
We can walk these dogs through all 5 boroughs of New
Some
other individuals walk
In my square tryin' to thoughts
lies in my ears
Got me my peers
That be show and prove don't belong here
I be the Chef in Hells
Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the records
My competition keep me at arms distance
I know onion head niggas don't listen
I shoot the
Got no time for that wiz
I'm about to in 5 seconds
The clocks consider this another mission
impossible as he gets
blowing up your nostril
We
Come on another if you dare
The why its so raw cause its real
I swear by the on my Chin Chiggy Chin
To the day I die I the Grimy niggas
The ones who afford Tommy Hillfigger
The down and dirty fill Niggas

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