Текст песни Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo - Streets of New York
Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo - Streets of New York слова песни
In the streets of New YorkDope fiends are leaning for morphineThe TV screen followed the homicide scenesYou live here, you`re taking a chanceSo look and I take one glance, there`s a man inside an ambulanceCrowds are getting louder, I wonder how thePeople want to go fight for the white powderPeople hanging in spotsThey waited until the blocks got hot And got raided by the copsI`ll explain the man sleeping in the rainHis whole life remains inside a bottle of Night TrainAnother man got his clothes in a sackCause he spent every dime of his rent playing blackjackAnd there`s the poor little sisterShe has a little baby daughterNamed Sonya and Sonya has pneumoniaSo why`s her mother in a club unzipped though?Yo that`s her job, Sonya`s mommy is a bar stripperDrug dealers drive around looking hardKnowing they`re sending their brothers and sisters to the graveyardEvery day is a main event, some old lady limpsThe pushers and pimps eat shrimpsIt gets tiring, the sight of a gun firingThey must desire for the sound of a sirenA bag lady dies in an alleywayShe`s seen the last of her days inside the subwaysMore and more down the slope, the kid couldn`t copeSo he stole somebody`s dope and a gold ropeNow my son`s on the run, he`s a wanted oneHad fun then was done by a shotgunUpstairs I cover my ears and tearsThe man downstairs must have drank too many beersCause every day of his life he beats his wifeTill one night she decides to pull a butcher knifeBlind man plays the saxA tune called жЏџhe Arms on My Moms Show Railroad Tracks?Many lives are cut shortThat`s when you`re livingIn the streets of New York<break>Baby needs new shoesBut his papa uses all the money for boozeA young girl is undressed in the back seat of a CaddyCalling some man DaddyThree men slain inside an apartmentAll you could see was the sparks when it darkenedDaylight broke, cops roll on the sceneThe drug war, daily routineGambling spots, just a poor man`s jackpotYou winning a lot, you get shotThe drug dealing fanaticsBut you don`t want no staticCause they got crack addicts with automaticsShoot-outs for a desire for territoryA kid got caught in the crossfireA tired mother can`t take no moreShe grab the bottle full of sleeping pills and took about 24Human beings are laying on the pavementCause they`re a part of a mental enslavementThe cop snipers, little babies in dirty diapersThis type of life is making you hyperPeople scouting a torched-out buildingAnd got killed when the cold air filled inIs hell really suggested?No more persons arrested, a child molestedA little kid says, "YoI got a color TV, CD player and car stereoAnd all I want is a castleI also got a .38, don`t give me no hassle"One kid heads straight for the topAnd gets stopped and popped by a crooked copLook behind you when you walkThat`s how it is in the streets of New York