Black Soprano Family - In Love with the Streets lyrics

A dedication to the block
Jones, what up, nigga? BSF
These are the real Sopranos dJ Drama

I fell in love with the streets
Mike Amiri jeans, Timberland cleats
Forty with the stick
Ain't worried 'bout beef
I fell in love with the streets
Once it's war,  ain't no truce or no peace
Ain't got no kids, find his nephew and niece
I fell in love with the streets
Where real niggas don't forget
'bout they peeps
Whether they been or they resting in peace
I fell in love with the streets
Crips, the Bloods, G's, the Kings
From the North, South, West, to the East
I fell in love with the streets

I'm a rare breed
Not the type that you hand feed
Shots from the forty cal'
Will make 'em stampede my hand squeeze
First thing you see is head bleed
Gotta clear the scene
That boy gon' need a med team
The lead sting, in real life
This ain't no damn dream
The Black Sopranos, it's the mob
We do the damn thing
Big glizzy forty-five make my pants lean
In a seven-forty-five selling burnt clean
I've been on the stoop in Timberland boots
Front line with my rifle
Like a militant troop
They tell me chill, but fuck that
I'm ready to shoot
I was young Biggie Smalls
Made 'em give me the loot
Cousin Crippin', uncle Blood
And the G's show me love
Know a couple Latin Kings that'll
Fill you with some slugs
We was young, pushing drugs, get locked
Take mugs i come from a different cloth
Nothing like them fake thugs, nigga

I fell in love with the streets
Mike Amiri jeans, Timberland cleats
Forty with the stick
Ain't worried 'bout beef
I fell in love with the streets
Once it's war, ain't no truce or no peace
Ain't got no kids, find his nephew and niece
I fell in love with the streets
Where real niggas don't forget
'bout they peeps
Whether they been or they resting in peace
I fell in love with the streets
Crips, the Bloods, G's, the Kings
From the North, South, West, to the East
I fell in love with the streets

I used to love when them niggas
Shot dice and sipped liquor
Probably hit my mom
So I hit his little sister
Left me with my granny
Had me listening to The Whispers
Crills on my cheek where my
Aunty used to kiss us
Now I'm getting older, nigga
It's pistols in my stroller
Mama kitchen tooken over by my
Uncle coke and soda
This Eazy-E, NWA before the Hova
Dookie ropes
Caddies and Saabs before the Rovers
Fast forward to 2000s, my niggas' wilding
Sixteen, cases was violent, we stayed silent
Luminas and six-thousands if
There's a problem
Young nigga leading the war
I'm Colin Powell, uh
It's Jonesy, the call me grown now
I beat three indictments
Don't use the phone now
I left the trap for the rap, I grab the mic
Not the crap when I'm on stage
That shit feel like it's my home now

I fell in love with the streets
Mike Amiri jeans, Timberland cleats
Forty with the stick
Ain't worried 'bout beef
I fell in love with the streets
Once it's war, ain't no truce or no peace
Ain't got no kids, find his nephew and niece
I fell in love with the streets
Where real niggas don't forget
'bout they peeps
Whether they been or they resting in peace
I fell in love with the streets
Crips, the Bloods, G's, the Kings
From the North, South, West, to the East
I fell in love with the streets

Shout to Montana Ave newburgh 1300
Shout to Rockland County down the way
Uptown fruit Belt