Lyrics

[Chorus] (Street Soldiers...) Street Pharmacists is keep heats and clips for the narcists Keep conscious, keep bombs and shit for the dramas Keep heat underneath your bombers, because the streets promise war (War!) Nobody's honest, nobody's honest Street Pharmacists is keep heats and clips for the narcists Keep conscious, keep bombs and shit for the dramas Keep heat underneath your bombers, because the streets promise war (War!) Nobody's honest, nobody's honest [Verse 1] Street Soldiers, keep your toaster close for holding the crack blow your nose back Erase your facial features, John Doe in your toe tag Cut his feet off, cut his hands off Put burn marks over the task, We hate you because You sold crack over the crack you wasn't supposed to go past And you know that's my territory so that's your ass sent straight to the preachers Face so back, no fingers, no toes, no clothes, body for the hoes The fuck made you treat us like old rags? We street soldiers that hold cracks Plus mommy and daddy dead, they ain't gon' feed us I know you OG, but this my block, pop slugs in your old ass [Chorus] Street Pharmacists is keep heats and clips for the narcists Keep conscious, keep bombs and shit for the dramas Keep heat underneath your bombers, because the streets promise war (War!) Nobody's honest, nobody's honest Street Pharmacists is keep heats and clips for the narcists Keep conscious, keep bombs and shit for the dramas Keep heat underneath your bombers, because the streets promise war (War!) Nobody's honest, nobody's honest [Verse 2] Street Soldiers, we creep on those that owe us dough Keep dope for overdose, only speak to those that know us Street Soldiers so the peeps told us "Keep your friends close and enemies closer." You shouldn't speak to me because Real street thugs keep they enemies dead and far away and don't even let they friends know enough Street Thugs, peace, love, fuck a grudge make a motherfucker eat slugs We thugs (We thugs on the block, motherfuckers what up?) [Chorus] Street Pharmacists is keep heats and clips for the narcists Keep conscious, keep bombs and shit for the dramas Keep heat underneath your bombers, because the streets promise war (War!) Nobody's honest, nobody's honest Street Pharmacists is keep heats and clips for the narcists Keep conscious, keep bombs and shit for the dramas Keep heat underneath your bombers, because the streets promise war (War!) Nobody's honest, nobody's honest [Verse 3] Tommy Thomas, crazier than 1999 was Find me with a dime holdin' a dub True Street Soldier, holes in the slugs Melted down stolen gold in the mug Fuck a party contemplatin' holdin' it up Tryna kill somebody downstairs puttin' holes in the rug True Street Soldier, no one to love Rather be on the bike on the block controllin' the drugs Hoods on, nobody knowin' it's us Probably rollin' throwin' the dust Rollin' with us, Rollin' with us, Rollin' with us [Outro] Hasulas, Don't make me fuck you up Hasulas, don't make me cut you up Hasulas, don't make bust you Hasulas, Don't make me fuck you up Hasulas, don't make me cut you up Hasulas, don't make bust you