DJ Kay Slay - Streetsweepers (Outro) Lyrics
f/ The LOX[Verse 1 - Styles P] (Sheek Louch)When there's beef I'ma ride and won't slide 'til I'm debtin you(P swallow your pride), my pride ain't edible***** with my life, I'm stressin your deathCut his guts out, wrap his intestines around his neckYou wanna gun who (*laughing*), what?Shit it's the ghost and my style's like the art of Water Block Sun SooIt's the ghetto godfather, priest in the hoodCross the line that's your spine, I'm the beast in the hoodDon't consider that I rap, just consider I'm strappedAnd I squeeze at your brain, face, rib and your backDog we can keep it brief get straight to the beefI'm so deep they see the pain in my eyes when I'm sleepI made a vow to the streets at a very young ageThat I would always use my knife and I would let my gun blazeGot niggaz that'll ride with me, die with me, thug with meBust off they hammers, still sell they drugs with meMy niggaz is real they all'll see the judge with meNobody in rap, cause all my niggaz thug with me (nigga)[Chorus - Sheek Louch] + (Jadakiss)We gon' keep flippin our cars (weighin the odds), uhBustin our guns (raisin our sons), yeahBringin the storm (changin the norm)Niggaz is ass (let's get it on)Walk with me (I)Keep flippin our cars (weighin the odds), uhBustin our guns (raisin our sons), yeahBringin the storm (changin the norm)Niggaz is ass (let's get it on)Walk with me (I)[Verse 2 - Sheek Louch] (Styles P)We chase niggaz through mallsClap niggaz through wallsY'all want it with them D-Block boysPut the brown things up in you like Chips AhoysListen I'ma thug and I'm proudY'all niggaz "Fashionably Loud"I don't give a ***** what kind of shirt that isI'll put the barrel to your kids and your wizWatch them float, fish takin bites of they skinLittle holes in they chinYou in the mirror tryna see if they spinNiggaz is ass, tell a nigga drop the top and stopRoll the windows down, get rid of the copI'm in the hood like boots on niggaz carsGats on niggaz waist, you couldn't even tell that we starsBreak down food, pizza, whatever it beI love my niggaz and they love me (get off our dick)What? you ain't gettin the point I think I'll give it to youRight in your waist and hand your *****in liver to you, yeah[Chorus][Verse 3 - Jadakiss] (Sheek Louch)Uh, uh, uh, uh, hey yo this is why I claim no slums (why?)Cause I could sit back, knock off a half a brick, and chew Rainblow GumsAnd the color of the Benz will kill ya, it's goldWhen it's movin fast it look like silver, I'm lowWith the trey pound next to my nutsA shotgun ridin shotgun on the seat next to my dutchI swear for God the Mag'll bustNiggaz know 'Kiss flow been crazy like a bag of dustY'all industry-tuitionalizedMy niggaz is real, real niggaz see the truth and the liesAimin for your head (but really tryna shoot out your eyes)With every Tef, then stomp out whatever is leftAnd sometimes I say shit that I shouldn'tBut I never said that I couldn'tTurn your chest plate into puddingAnd all my niggaz'll sprayExcept women, so the reason y'all living, cause y'all niggaz is gay, uh[Chorus]
