Streetlife

Let Them Come

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[Intro: Streetlife]Yeah, yeahLet them, let them, let them, let them, let themLet them, let them, let them, let them, let them[Streetlife]Where I come from, we don`t run when the cops comeWe die with our guns, if you want something, take somethingShaolin, son, still bangin` those Warrior`s DrumI`m a Staten bum, with a hazardous tongueI got grizzly, bear back niggaz rollin` with meSo hustlin` with Street, is real riskyWho wanna bang-bang? Do you really?Son, I slap you silly, leave a quarter of your brain dizzyI`m a Park Hill, hillbilly, packs a nine milli`From New York City, bust your gun, but don`t miss meI`m liable, to run up in your wedding recitalPump lead through the bottle, hit the preacher in the bibleMy life is like a Green Mile, my thoughts is suicidalShorties likin` my style, aiyo, I`m not your idolI`m a side effect, from a drug overdosePull out the black toast, you start catchin` the holy ghost[Chorus: Streetlife]Let them come, I said me ready for them, ahhhhhhhLet them come, I said me ready for them, ahhhhhhh[Streetlife]I smoke MC`s like sherm sticksHold a nina with a firm gripFor all y`all, don`t know, best to learn quickI bust my gun until it goes click, clickFeel me? I don`t give a fuck who you roll withYou can go and get who you wanna getI got an extra clip to put a mudhole in that bullshitCome on, you can bring your whole clickWatch me pop `em like hot grits, when the glock spitI turn thugs to prophets, havin` you changin`Your name, to Ahmed Mustafa, this is Killa Hill ProjectsNothing but convicts, and conflictsRun up on your style, it can be on some old, run your garmentsLet them come, I said me ready for themI heard them bust them guns, y`all better bust them againI roll with a gang of thieves, off of social diseaseThat won`t, hesitate to squeeze, nigga please[Chorus][Streetlife]Street, walk with a limp, straight gorillaMood killer, shit on your picnic, very pestimisticMostly roll for delf, promote selfEverything else is everything elseCriminal minded, filled with hatredPut down your guns, your ammo; don`t waste itI`m troublesome, pack a mack double oneBring drama, that`s what y`all niggaz don`t needCause trauma, make a thug slow up his speedI`m sick with it, foamin` from the mouth, watch me spit itWatch the critics, be like, he got potentialI bust your snotbox, if you second guess the Street credentialsStop the press and bitches, drop ya dressesWarriors trapped through essense (let them come)Come in peace, or, leave on stretchersGangstas, stick to your guns, or thump on the streetsCuz I don`t plan to run[Chorus][Outro: Streetlife]Bust them again...

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