Buckshot - Take It To The Streets Lyrics
[half a mill]Take it to the streets, snakes with heat in this gameYou wanna be a player, I spray them gators off ya feetThuggest enemy #1, one, oneFrom brook-lan, tons of guns, funds and dunsThatll make you cough up one in the lung, cough up ya tongueFour pounds surroundin ya sons, now you wanted to runExtort you for fun, softer than a fresh baked bunYoure team was raw before the four-four, now youre doneThe clownest one, you made up, about to get ate upA buck fifty on each side of your face, now lay upPay up, before you get your fan sprayed upYou know my clan hold big guns in they hand, to plays upGo head play tough, fake thug, you wanna play roughI ride or die, I aint bluff, you can page puff (echo)[chorus 2x: blue flame (all)]Yo where my thugs? (right here)T-h-u-g, yo we call ourselves thugs, cuz we take it to the streetsSoon as a nigga budge, yo we blazin wit the heatAnd we all true thugs, till we d-i-e[swan]From crow hill, I blow smoke, till I choke, thats a regularI blow domes for that paper, like a predatorPack gats, vp, best man, etc.I roll em dice, until you tell me that Im deaden yaI get down for mine, I get crunkI got that crip black, and got skunkMy niggas bust ars, 4/5s, and pumpsShit to make ya body shift, make ya body jumpTake it to the heat, take it to the streetLess they short, aint no talkin shit, take it to my meat, *****You read the letter, bar is ***** on my sweaterFour hundred and better, tell em, hate cash cheddarSittin on a beretta, niggas aint seein thisWish upon a star, that they can be in thisLifestylerll runnin from the coppers, bustin at the helicoptersGettin away, Im on the low, around the way, now[chorus 2x][blue flame]Blue flames blood stain, its a thug thingTake slugs, I love pain, yo there aint enough painI speak thug slang, only real niggas roll wit meNiggas say money, cash and hoes got a hold of meNiggas be talkin shit, yeah, but its all bluffOnly niggas came in the hood, and saw us, was on the tour busBelieve that, niggas dont come around where we be atSoon as we see ya face it be like yo, son where the heat at?Yo represent where the ***** you fromCuz when you go back in the hood, them niggas go want to snuff you sonLike franklin, nostrum and utica avenueOnly blocks Im namin right now, niggasll clap at youNot to mention the block that Im fromWhere them niggas is spittin hot ones, this beat is like a pump shotgunAnd I can handle it, more than handle it, I can damage itT2 style, wit one hand and shit, damn Im sick[buckshot]Real recognize real, crown heights to crow hillPop ya niggas like pills, plus I got millsWhat I keep the aim on ya back, keep steelMiss ya back, hit the back of ya brain, change the thrillThis is real life shit, thug passionHenny and ze, get drunk and send me to send me awayUps thieves, next day packageBomb in the mill, open and blowin ya back witAnd I hate actors, actin like you know me from a hole in the wallNigga hold this four-four, you want war? what you think I came forSpit this blue flame outta the chip of my lighter and burn ya face offPlus burn ya eyelash, when the nine flashThis is it, *****es wanna swallow my dick like slim fastBullets make it slim fast, ride my dick till I get a castThis is it, nigga duck the blast[chorus 4x]
