Raekwon - Mean Streets Lyrics
(feat. Inspectah Deck & Ghostface Killah)[Intro: Raekwon (man)](Aiyo, Chef?) What up, my nigga?(Yeah, man, I gotta give you the 411, shit is straight 911, word)It's $2.50, nigga, back the ***** up! Talk to me...(Word, them blue ninjas is everywhereWord, watch ya back, Protect Ya Neck and all that shit, manThirty nine mother*****ers already got scooped upIndicted, word, I'm bird eye viewing it right nowOut there out the mother*****ing window)You got the strong scoopers out there?(Word, five book store buses out frontAll them young boys are certified, they our rentals)[Chorus x2: Suga Bang Bang]For these mean streets from Cali to New YorkWho could ya trust? Niggaz they do talkRunning from the feds and out of state troopersLook up ahead, you know we got sharp shooters[Raekwon:]The blocks is molded, step up ya sword pieceMoving through them housing with more ki'sRembrandts is fresh from Scotland, crisp hats, Cristal bottlesNiggaz want the problems, we backIt's time to take over the game, it's nothingI live on the line, from corner to castles with pawns and capsulesScramble and find, my money's up, I'm praying for warI do this all the time, all the time, all the timeFaces of Doom, sling in the lobbySwinging cooked raw, if you played the field you was not leavingFast pace of a CREAM chasing teamTrying to come through the hood and lie, get left for dead ***** in QueensLet them other niggaz wear that, we take the creditWhile we was shopping for more Nikes and off-whitesHeroin stirrers, the crib, cracked mirrorsCareer thugs who serve only judges and jurorsGot to make my money this year, whether it's through rhyming or crimingI'll be on the line with my ironPromised them llamas'll fly fast, quick at pirahnasTrying to intervene, get caught dead, no head in pijamasYou live like a slouch from vouchersNobody mad, you was a fake, dead, die with no trousersCause you crossed the line like Miller's CrossingOff with ya dome, I walked you through the woods, we both smoked a bone[Chorus x2][Inspectah Deck:]Mean streets...Just when I thought I was out, they pulled me back inThe streets stay flooded with crack rocks and Mac shotsThe scenery's money, guerrillas in the back dropThe livest'll pop, the weakest get chopped where they standSinging the judge's name, dropped in the standDrug money kills, blood on my bills, mud on my NikesOnly buying with the couple that I trust with my lifeTwenty four sev' ducking the feds, infrared with leadGamble with off track betting insteadIn my hood anybody can get it, and everybody want itCutthroat executives, the corners, the officeAnd the thought is to be boss of all bossesThe cost is ya life, swimming with sharks and orcasSo keep ya guards up, or get scarred upIt's a Cold World, I told you with Allah Just'The bigger the funds, the bigger the guns that's blazingIt's sick in the slums and niggaz are stunting for nathin'[Ghostface Killah:]Aiyo, my gun been in more niggaz mouths than a whore had dickWith creamy nuts on the side of her jawIt's Rigatone, nigga, sliding through airportsRiding on niggaz like MJ, same day I rocked you, comprende?Yeah, I'm kinda off cause my guns was dirtyThat last joint that hit you, kid, you made the top thirtyEarly, walk with me and strap with a vengeanceMore or less Ghostface Killah'll stretch you out like mad words in a sentenceSmell the gas burning (yeah) feel the fire (word)Real talk, it's not that bullshit from The WireIt's them disco kids that clap ironChampion hoods, if ya coke don't freeze, my face is not worth fryingWe crack eightballs with pool sticksBungee jump off a mountain of bricks***** you up if you slinging those nicksToney Starks from the octagon, my ox is onSnap Matt Hughes' neck with my boxers on[Chorus x2]
