In Love with the Streets

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama & Heem] A dedication to the block (Gangsta) Jones, what up, nigga? BSF (Gangsta) These are the real Sopranos DJ Drama [Chorus: Jonesy & Heem] I fell in love with the streets Mike Amiri jeans, Timberland cleats Forty with the stick, ain't worried 'bout beef I fell in love with the streets Once it's war, ain't no truce or no peace Ain't got no kids, find his nephew and niece I fell in love with the streets Where real niggas don't forget 'bout they peeps Whether they been or they resting in peace I fell in love with the streets Crips, the Bloods, G's, the Kings From the North, South, West, to the East I fell in love with the streets [Verse 1: Heem] I'm a rare breed Not the type that you hand feed Shots from the forty cal' will make 'em stampede My hand squeeze (Brrt) First thing you see is head bleed (Damn) Gotta clear the scene, that boy gon' need a med team The lead sting, in real life, this ain't no damn dream The Black Sopranos, it's the mob, we do the damn thing Big glizzy forty-five make my pants lean In a seven-forty-five selling burnt clean I've been on the stoop in Timberland boots Front line with my rifle like a militant troop They tell me chill, but fuck that, I'm ready to shoot I was young Biggie Smalls, made 'em give me the loot Cousin Crippin', uncle Blood, and the G's show me love (Know that) Know a couple Latin Kings that'll fill you with some slugs We was young, pushing drugs, get locked, take mugs I come from a different cloth, nothing like them fake thugs, nigga [Chorus: Jonesy & Heem] I fell in love with the streets Mike Amiri jeans, Timberland cleats Forty with the stick, ain't worried 'bout beef I fell in love with the streets Once it's war, ain't no truce or no peace Ain't got no kids, find his nephew and niece I fell in love with the streets Where real niggas don't forget 'bout they peeps Whether they been or they resting in peace I fell in love with the streets Crips, the Bloods, G's, the Kings From the North, South, West, to the East I fell in love with the streets [Verse 2: Jonesy] I used to love when them niggas shot dice and sipped liquor Probably hit my mom, so I hit his little sister Left me with my granny, had me listening to The Whispers Crills on my cheek where my aunty used to kiss us Now I'm getting older, nigga, it's pistols in my stroller Mama kitchen tooken over by my uncle coke and soda This Eazy-E, N.W.A. before the Hova Dookie ropes, Caddies and Saabs before the Rovers (Skrrt) Fast forward to 2000s, my niggas' wilding Sixteen, cases was violent, we stayed silent (Uh-uh) Luminas and six-thousands if there's a problem (Yeah) Young nigga leading the war, I'm Colin Powell, uh It's Jonesy, the call me grown now (I'm grown) I beat three indictments, don't use the phone now I left the trap for the rap, I grab the mic, not the crap (Uh-huh) When I'm on stage, that shit feel like it's my home now [Chorus: Jonesy & Heem] I fell in love with the streets Mike Amiri jeans, Timberland cleats Forty with the stick, ain't worried 'bout beef I fell in love with the streets Once it's war, ain't no truce or no peace Ain't got no kids, find his nephew and niece I fell in love with the streets Where real niggas don't forget 'bout they peeps Whether they been or they resting in peace I fell in love with the streets Crips, the Bloods, G's, the Kings From the North, South, West, to the East I fell in love with the streets [Outro: DJ Drama] Shout to Montana Ave Newburgh 1300 Shout to Rockland County Down the way Uptown Fruit Belt