Run These Streets

Lyrics

[Chorus: Anybody Killa] Don't they know (Who run these streets?) It's time to show (Who run these streets) Drive-By the clique (That runs these streets) It's some Eastside ridin' elite, you can't compete Don't they know (Who run these streets?) It's time to show (Who run these streets) Drive-By the clique (That runs these streets) It's some Eastside ridin' elite, you can't compete [Verse 1: Anybody Killa] We be runnin' these streets like police with a bad side Takin' over territory, leavin' haters paralyzed Movin' at our own pace, no need to rush Drive-By is back, bitch, come fuck with us We the ones that your whole family warned you about Eastsiders with a mean streak and quick to reach out Especially if reachin' out means smackin' a punk down Put him in his place and make sure he don't make a sound We keep it hood for the hood cats, grimy for the hood rats Drive-By is in this bitch, so step back Don't let us see you even try to compete Motherfucker, this is Drive-By, we run the streets, so move over! [Chorus: Anybody Killa] Don't they know (Who run these streets?) It's time to show (Who run these streets) Drive-By the clique (That runs these streets) It's some Eastside ridin' elite, you can't compete Don't they know (Who run these streets?) It's time to show (Who run these streets) Drive-By the clique (That runs these streets) It's some Eastside ridin' elite, you can't compete [Verse 2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] We run the streets with an iron fist, can't fuck with it Last of a dyin' breed, shoot a bitch and let 'em bleed The pistol, the AK, the semi-auto all day The .45 caliber and Desert Eagle, make 'em pay Got more rocks on the block than a gravel pit Makin' bread, sellin' off all the shit I'm plottin' with Ride on the Eastside, reside on the Eastside Doin' drive-bys, I'll probably die on the Eastside [Verse 3: Anybody Killa] If you don't know, now you do, bitch, check our stats We some underground street thugs, stackin' these racks Movin' weight like The Biggest Loser, pound by pound Then escape like some convicts and not be found Until we need to be heard from like hood heroes Puttin' X's on the back of some punk-ass hoes Let 'em really fuckin' know who be runnin' the streets When we drive by, poppin', blowin' out your knees (What?) [Chorus: Anybody Killa] Don't they know (Who run these streets?) It's time to show (Who run these streets) Drive-By the clique (That runs these streets) It's some Eastside ridin' elite, you can't compete Don't they know (Who run these streets?) It's time to show (Who run these streets) Drive-By the clique (That runs these streets) It's some Eastside ridin' elite, you can't compete [Verse 4: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Keep it poppin' on the scene, we the next big thing Drive-By is still a team like the underground kings Got a pocket full of stones, slang 'em out of homes That's boarded up, lookin' like they at a war zone Every block is a dope spot, another dollar There's money to be made when your clientele is white-collar Some will serve as an assassin, make it happen Drive-By enter the club and then I'll bust a cap in Your direction, no protection from my wrath Lights out, cruisin' down the block and the gun blast Hear me laugh as I pass them, sadistic We do this shit for free, gettin' paid is realistic [Chorus: Anybody Killa] Don't they know (Who run these streets?) It's time to show (Who run these streets) Drive-By the clique (That runs these streets) It's some Eastside ridin' elite, you can't compete Don't they know (Who run these streets?) It's time to show (Who run these streets) Drive-By the clique (That runs these streets) It's some Eastside ridin' elite, you can't compete [Outro: Anybody Killa] Who run these streets Who run these streets That runs these streets It's some Eastside ridin' elite, you can't compete