Streetz Melting

Lyrics

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz] I got the block so hot the hood meltin' Homie I got the block so hot the streets meltin' Nigga get ya hands up We 'bout the paper Girl get ya hands up We 'bout the paper (Oh!) [Verse 1: Jae Millz] I got my East Coast connect Got West Coast connects Get dirty-dirty love Got N.Y. respect Got an MI-AK Got an ATL fam That'll swoop me in the lane Soon after a nigga land I got G's that'll thug for me Homies that'll buck for me Even in the city where the [hell you be it's ...] Wait a minute! Naw I ain't finished yet Got the [Inner Crew] connects Just in case you disrespect Got half an old flow Spit bricks when I rap Got the city on my back Got Swizz on the track We can bet it any day Any how or any way Ask around they all know Jae And I guarantee they say! [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] I got the block so hot the hood meltin' Homie I got the block so hot the streets meltin' Nigga get ya hands up We 'bout the paper Girl get ya hands up We 'bout the paper (Oh!) [Verse 2: Jae Millz] I got my inner street connects Gotta limp when I step Got - pimps that respect Got my inner street connects Got my downtown connects Got my uptown connects Got a chick in Foot Locker She my uptown connect I got the block so hot the street meltin' Niggas can't compete, one-on-one that need helpin' Please - Wait a minute! Naw I ain't finished yet Gotta set it on connect And she love to catch the ??? Got a slanted-eye chick Got a curvy thigh chick Got a 9 To 5 pass the check ride-or-die chick Got a Denim-jean Timbaland Size 5 chick And I ain't gotta G a ho Cause she already know! [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] I got the block so hot the hood meltin' Homie I got the block so hot the streets meltin' Nigga get ya hands up We 'bout the paper Girl get ya hands up We 'bout the paper (Oh!) [Verse 3: Jae Millz] I got my Double R connects Got my Terror Squad connects Plus I'm very well connected with the F to the S Grand Hustle knows my boys Plus I rock with Dipset Got my Bad Boy connects Don't believe me you can check Niggas love me from the blocks in Harlem to the Mid-West To the shackles up North where they grind and doin' sex Wait a minute! Nah it's cool I'm almost finished Ain't nobody pressed for time as long as the DJ spinnin' Got - everybody bouncin' All the dudes grindin' The chicks backin' it up on whoever that's behind them See danger's what I am And I ain't talkin 'bout a gun When I say Swizz put a banger in my hands [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] I got the block so hot the hood meltin' Homie I got the block so hot the streets meltin' Nigga get ya hands up We 'bout the paper Girl get ya hands up We 'bout the paper (Oh!)