Текст песни Onyx - Evil Streets (remix), слова песни Onyx

Текст песни Onyx - Evil Streets (remix)

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Intro: Method ManSpark that shit upand lets flyOh my peopleHeyyy OhhhhAhhhh HoooooEiiii HeyyyVerse One: Sticky FingazI`m a hoodlumA dick in the dirt is what i`m holdingSporting mad Polo but only if its stolenI got no morals my mind is in the gutterKId I`ll open up your face with my orange box cutterSoak you when you least expect itBefore I met Russel I only had a jail recordPlus nothing ever hurt me when I was at homeThese Evil Streets got a mind of their ownMy Pops left me for dead with just the clothes on my backI grew up selling crackAnd learning to drive a car jackI got street smarts and I use intuitionI can spot an undercover with my x-ray visionAnd if anybody test me out thereThey gonna make me kill them and throw away my carearI`m my Mothers first born, Her last bad seedVerse Two: Fredro Star a.k.a. NeverIts all about the next caperThe cocaine, props and acresFor the sake ahSnatchin the green paperMe and my crew roll in the zone of the twilightThe news highlightWhen the next shit don`t go rightIts so tight its blazingA nigga squeezed hayz ingot `em geezing for a runnerThen the plot thickensOn point like Rod StricklandClocks tickingMakes the hardest niggas clicks stop tickingHitting they stashAnd murdering like and expertCover ya tracksAnd conceal that dirty shitChorus: Method ManThis is for the gun slingersnoise bringersthis is for the crack slingersbell ringersthis is for the bootleggersand everyday beggersAnd all my hood hustlers who know where we headin`repeat 2XVerse Three: SonseeIts all about the $50,000 carsDice games and ice chainsWe out of the average niggas price rangeRings and Remy mixed with HennyChicks with Fendi sucking disk in the InfinityThis nigga had mad decoFucking petro the nickel metro BlowAll you heard was the gun echoOn a dead nbight I get my head rightRunning red lights no headlightsPumping Buddah in a black BenzPulling out Mac 10`sIts just the smell of fucking cigarettesBroke niggas with assed outTook 2 puffs and passed outWoke him up with 21 shots of penicillinamped him upI guess thought it was hempacillinYo chill kid lamp kid, chill kid you livin`Aye yo JB hit me one timeVerse Four: Method ManIts the Blaze that be JohnnyNot many shots can do that ass raunchyLyric to the muzak we rollingWatch out for the niggas that be holdingRaunchy fucking up your colonOf course its TicalVerbal assaultWe can walk these dogs through all 5 boroughs of New YorkSome talkWhile other individuals walkIn my square tryin` to hide thoughtsSpreading lies in my earsGot me questioning my peersThat be show and prove they don`t belong hereI be the Chef in Hells KitchenPop in the clip and hit the DJ if the records skippingMy competition gotta keep me at arms distanceI know myself onion head niggas don`t listenI shoot the whatGot no time for that wiz bitchin`I`m about to blow in 5 secondsThe clocks ticking consider this another missionimpossible as he gets hostileUncut blowing up your nostrilWe ThereCome on take another if you dareThe reason why its so raw cause its realI swear by the hairs on my Chin Chiggy ChinTo the day I die I represent the Grimy niggasThe ones who can`t afford Tommy HillfiggerThe down and dirty Johnny fill NiggasYeahChorus 2X

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Evil Streets (remix)

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