Текст песни Lox - We Are the Streets
Lox - We Are the Streets слова песни
The headphones is on fire dis time around, StylesBlood PressureY`all just bear wit meYo, last time I`ma tell these niggas, manCan`t fuck around, manJada, manWhoeverOld nigga, new niggaWha!! Yo, yo, yo...Verse 1: JadakissWho really da best rapper since B.I.G. ain`t hereY`all know da answer to dat when Kiss ain`t hereWhen you see me, don`t ask me nothin about usAnd don`t definatly ask me nothin about...Fuck itYou owe me one, I owe you twoI woulda smacked you wit da burner, but I know you`d sueAnd I ain`t talkin to himI`m talkin to youMatter of fact, I`m talkin to y`allLife is like walkin a yardNigga`ll stab you wit a fork in da heartAnd The Source got muthafuckas thinkin they hotLike my dopeGot fiends thinkin they shotWhen you thinkin of da best, niggaThink of The LoxI`ll cut ya fuckin hand off if ya pinky ring`s hotThen come thru ya block in a sticky green dropHop outLet off fifty-three shotsWouldn`t care if I hit fifty-three copsGuliani might as well be merkin niggasCuz the time that he givin out is hurtin niggasAnd all these record label`s jerkin niggasAnd you never was a thug, you`s a workin niggaAnd you heard that shit right there?I started thatDon`t make me put somethin up in ya Starter hatNo matter who you are, or where you fromScrew all of datI`m not tryin to hear dat, sonHook: 2xNow, who da fuck y`all want? (Jadakiss!!)And who da fuck y`all need? (Jadakiss!!)And who da fuck gon` bleed?All y`all hataz, cuz none of y`all niggas (can`t fuck wit Jada!!)Verse 2: JadakissDon`t you be dat clown nigga in da back of da whipThat`s gon` get the second half of da clipAnd all I`m sayin, it`ll be da other nigga in the front of the da whipRunnin his lip, wit a gun on his hipFeel me dawg?Everybody walk da walk `til they run into KissThen, they get stabbed, or hung, or stung wit da fifthHow you think ya man hard when son on my dick?Cuz I can get his ass body, plus front him a brickGot a chick named Super-headShe give super-headJust moved in the buildin, even gave the super headI cop big guns that spit super leadSo, play Superman, end up super deadCall ne Kiss, or da kid from The LoxThat`ll twist ya moms out and do a bid wit ya popsWe was in jail, you probably won`t get no mailAnd if you pumped on my block, you won`t get no salesWhen ya CEO know you can`t fuck wit II make a million by JuneI`m sayin fuck JulyAnd I beg you to try me while I`m holdin da TommyI`ma have ya body all over da lobbyI already helped y`allI`m about to melt y`allTell the truth, dawgI ain`t never felt y`allThis album, we gon` bubble like SeltzerIf it ain`t Double R, who da hell else is hard?!Hook until end