Street Bullies - Ghostface Killah, Sheek Louch, Wiggs

Geah!

Aiyyo Starks, whattup?

What it do family?

We street bullies for cheddar, and that’s our word

Pop bottles and spend money on chicks with curves

We the youth poetic justice, the kings and the Yankees

Our flows is vicious, check check, check out my melodies

We gifted with vocab to make the streets spaz

And I’m infatuated with money like Mr. Krabs

Blow bags of that purple 'til I’m purple like Grimace

Burn spinach cause it keep up flows, Shawn’s a menace

Even Barack watch «The Wire,» the streets is political

Watch how the '89 analog switched to digital

It’s a miracle, we gettin rich, offa visuals

Millionaires open doors, split them residuals

And still don’t know how to act, spend 5 beams on jeans

Steady blowin cream by the stack

I get my change, now go cop, get’cha a drink

And have a ho butt-naked washed up by the sink

Blowin stink, and I don’t see grass on the field

So I’mma tear ass on that field

The Doe Wilson walk around with a bottle of Spades

Diamonds lookin like I flossed in a cascade

Dee dee dee da dee, dee dee dee dee da dee day

You asked for Donnie G oh won’t you please come out and play

They know I keep that black girl, the black guns and the AK’s

I’m comin where you lay, and yeah I’m gonna spray — hey!

Motherfucker what’chu lookin at?

The crook’s back

Staten Island got my back, Brooklyn niggas let it clap

Half these niggas ride out, Harlem niggas keep it real

Bronx got a shorty there, that’s my little hideout

, Rose, Donnie cake, souflee

M6, no top on it, toupee

Rubber grip, stainless steel, the night look gray

Yeah, this that fly shit, patch over the eye shit

Slick Rick, bruh, these bitches be on my dick

Yeah I’m the new draft pick, about to get my ass licked

Street bullies blastin, you ain’t gotta ask it

Ghostface, Wigs, will put you in a casket

Can I, kick it?

Yes you can

Can I, kick it?

Yes you can

Can I, kick it?

Yes you can

Well I’m gone — are you gonna miss me when I leave?

Besides this 8 times 5, got tricks up in my sleeve

Guaranteed, ain’t nobody around these beez

See the team, we don’t sleep, cause niggas need green

We bleed different, we chase money, y’all can chase dreams

Came a long way, don’t fuck that bread up in between

Tell 'em God sent you, load up that wop and let it ring ock

It’s more than raindrops, when your nigga name get scratched off

Like his name dropped, that’s when that thang pop

Y’all niggas thought once too much, that’s why your brain stopped

Lock and load both of them 40's I make the place hot

You can’t wipe that up with no shirt, that take mops

Out the window here’s another bomb let that bass drop