THe Streets Is Ours

Lyrics

Young Jay Dee (Verse 1) Don't get it twisted, I'm here to stay not to visit Cover all the basis, pushing the limits No gimmiccs, no flaws, nothing but the raw And uncut from the gut, leave the print in my paw I want it all, so I needs my plate I even want the crumbs that drop from the piece of the cake Won't hesitate, I just love that taste A victory kissing me, leaving me in the right place The right space and time, I gotta get mine Niggas hate, that's great, I just pay 'em no mind 'Cuz it's cold out here, time to turn up the heat Even though I love ice, no frost bites on me Gotta stand on my feet, gotta stay on my beat I'm rare like the meat, I see what you don't see So, while you're out here trying to stay on fleek I'm trapping my own midst, nigga, doing Jay Dee [Hook] We ain't trippin' off the money and fame We ain't trippin' off trying to impress you succas and dames We ain't trippin' off the big houses, the jewelry and cars When it all boils down to it, one things for sure, the streets is ours [Repeat 2x] Geno (Verse 2) I spit flames on lames, shouldn't start shit Runny mouth bitch, another fuccing snitch Did I witness this, bruh, that's most niggas Claiming you're real, you talk too much, you fake, nigga Real down, steady braggin' on your money Go in your poccets and see, now how is that funny Lying to bitches, saying you got riches But you can't stand the heat when you walk inside the kitchen No excuses nigga, so stop your bitchin' Like a bitch, I blocc out, nigga, don't even listen Are your feelings hurt, you little boys cry Might as well put the steel to your brain and fuccin' die You disgust me, you ain't real as G So, muthafucca look straight and stop staring at me I'm going bacc to high school like Snoop and Khalif So I can blow you fake niggas out my memory [Hook] Q. Allanz (Verse 3) I feel like celebrating, victory for the home team As soon as we take the field, going in for the kill Judges wanna hit the gavel when they see us travel You can't name a real ghetto that ain't seen my feet walk on the gravel I'm still humble and that ain't gonna change But y'all turned me into Van Gogh, cover one ear and take you out the frame Go hard in the game 'cuz I don't sit on the bench They possibly wanna cuss me out, picc a language, Spanish or French Why get upset, just another Hard days work And I'll ve damned if I let another man get in my space and get in my network Hot like summer, but I can get colder And if you owe me, give it here, you ain't gonna like if I come looking for ya You wanna see me go idiot, well I gotta show ya I'm siccer than a hooker with herpes catching pneumonia Too many blessings on me, no, you can't blocc mine Interrupt me and even your teeth will get their own chalk line [Hook] (Repeat 2x)