Evil Streets (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Method Man & Esther Phillips] Spark that shit up And let's fly "I'm not saying that the struggle is over" "I'm not saying that the struggle is over" Oh, my people, heyyy "I'm not saying that the struggle is over" Heyyy, ahhh "I'm not saying that the struggle is over" Hooo, eiii "I'm not saying that the struggle is over" Heyyy [Verse 1: Sticky Fingaz & Panama P.I.] I'm a hoodlum, my dick and a gun is what I'm holding Sporting mad Polo, but only if it's stolen I got no morals, my mind is in the gutter Kid, I'll open up your face with my orange box cutter Soak you when you least expect it Before I met Russell I only had a jail record And nothing ever hurt me when I was at home ("These evil streets") Got a mind of their own My pops left me for dead with just the clothes on my back I grew up selling crack and learning to drive in a car jack I got street smarts and I use intuition I can spot an undercover with my X-ray vision And if anybody trying to test me out there They gonna make me kill 'em and throw away my career I'm my mothers first born, her last bad seed And that is life… [Verse 2: Sonsee] It's all about the next caper, niggas cleaning Props and acres for the sake, ah, snatching the green paper Me and my crew roll in the zone of the twilight The news highlight when the next shit don't go right It's so tight, it's blazing, a nigga squeezed haze in Got 'em geezing for a runner Then the plot thickens on point like Rod Strickland Clocks ticking, makes the hardest niggas clocks stop ticking Hitting, they stashing murk, move like an expert Cover ya tracks and conceal that dirty shit [Chorus: Panama P.I.] This is for the gunslingers, noise bringers This is for the crack slingers, bell ringers This is for the bootleggers and everyday triggers And all my hood hustlers who know where we heading This is for the gunslingers, noise bringers This is for the crack slingers, bell ringers This is for the bootleggers and everyday triggers And all my hood hustlers who know where we heading [Verse 3: Fredro Starr] It's all about the $50,000 cars, dice games and ice chains We out of the average niggas price range Rings and Remy mixed with Henny Chicks with Fendi sucking dick in the Infinity This nigga had mad deco, the nigga patrol The nigga like a "Pow!", all you heard was the gun echo On a dead night I get my head right Running red lights, no headlights Pumping Buddah in a black Benz Pulling out Mac 10's, hold off, we had rag reems Yo, yo-yo It's just the smell of fucking cigarettes, broke niggas with assed out Took two puffs, show they passed out Woke him up with 21 shots of penicillin Amped him up, I guess he thought it was ampicillin Yo, chill, kid! Lamp, kid! Chill, kid, you livin' Aye, yo, JB, hit me one time [Verse 4: Method Man] It's the Blaze that be Johnny, not many shots can do that ass raunchy Lyric to the music, we rolling Watch out for the niggas that be holding, raunchy Fucking up your colon, of course, it's Tical Verbal assault, we can walk These dogs through all five boroughs of New York Some talk while other individuals walk In my square tryin' to hide thoughts, spreading lies in my ears Got me questioning my peers That be show and prove they don't belong here I be the Chef in Hells Kitchen, pop in the clip And hit the DJ if the records skipping My competition gotta keep me at arms distance, I know myself Onion head niggas don't listen, I'll be the one Got no time for that wiz bitchin', I'm about to blow In five seconds, the clocks ticking, consider this another mission Impossible as he gets hostile Uncut blowing up your nostril, we there Come on take another if you dare The reason why its so raw 'cause it's real I swear by the hairs on my Chin Chiggy Chin To the day I die I represent the Grimy niggas The ones who can't afford Tommy Hillfigger The down and dirty Johnny fill niggas, yeah [Chorus: Panama P.I.] This is for the gunslingers, noise bringers This is for the crack slingers, bell ringers This is for the bootleggers and everyday triggers And all my hood hustlers who know where we heading This is for the gunslingers, noise bringers This is for the crack slingers, bell ringers This is for the bootleggers and everyday triggers And all my hood hustlers who know where we heading