In These Streets - Esham

They out here wildin' in these streets

They out here stylin' in these streets

They out here lootin' and shootin'

And black profilin' in these streets

They out here dealin' in these streets

They out here stealin' in these streets

They out here illin' and killin'

They hurt yo' feelings in these streets

Boy, I tell you these streets

Ain’t no joke

You need to stay up out of 'em

Before you get smoked

You lookin' like food

To a hungry nigga, broke

Every hood in America

Filled with cutthroats

Police scanners tune

Into the murder that I wrote

Gave 'em cement shoes

And then I tossed 'em off a boat

Make sure all the bubbles disappeared

He didn’t float

Left my calling card for the Coast Guard

A suicide note

Sometimes these lil' rappers

Need to shut they fuckin' mouths

Don’t care if you from the East or West

Or North or South

Where I’m from they bring it to yo'

Doorstep at your house

What you talkin' 'bout

Can’t play no football in no blouse

I be runnin' plays like the Quarterback Sneak

I call you 7 Days 'cause your rap style weak

Freak, hit the Cuervo

And she just got geeked

Did a dance on the police

Then I left 'em in the streets

They out here wildin' in these streets

They out here stylin' in these streets

They out here lootin' and shootin'

And black profilin' in these streets

They out here dealin' in these streets

They out here stealin' in these streets

They out here illin' and killin'

They hurt yo' feelings in these streets

Boy, I tell ya that you just won’t last

Your mouth gonna write a check that yo' ass can’t cash

All the shit you did, gon' come back from the past

And when they catch up with you

You know they gon' whoop yo' ass

Consequences, repercussions

For them guns that was bustin'

And now the police comin' 'round

Askin' all them questions

Ain’t nobody tell 'em nothin'

They don’t want to admit it

Street justice is upon him

And they want you to get it

They had motive before they did it

Premeditated, committed murder

And they never, ever once reconsidered

Never heard of such a thing

You get yourself crowned, tryin' to be the king

Of this rap underground

Real bad boys move in silence

Don’t make a sound

Been down

We the reason fake dudes don’t come around

Four pound, catch you outta bounds

Another body found

Chopped 'em up in pieces

And fed 'em to the hounds

They out here wildin' in these streets

They out here stylin' in these streets

They out here lootin' and shootin'

And black profilin' in these streets

They out here dealin' in these streets

They out here stealin' in these streets

They out here illin' and killin'

They hurt yo' feelings in these streets

Boy, would you boss up

These niggas is mustard, man

They need to catch up

Put ya hands in the air

And throw ya sets up

If I ever make it rain

Ya might get wet up

I don’t walk around a criminal

Or fakin' I’m a villain

I’m known around the globe

For simply makin' a killin'

Man you all up in yo' feelings

Money spending when it’s old

And I’m all up in the game

Even if the weather’s cold

And they still don’t know my name

But insane is how I roll

Man I’ll blow yo' fuckin' brains

On the floor and snatch yo' soul

They out here wildin' in these streets

They out here stylin' in these streets

They out here lootin' and shootin'

And black profilin' in these streets

They out here dealin' in these streets

They out here stealin' in these streets

They out here illin' and killin'

They hurt yo' feelings in these streets