CunninLynguists, Sean Price, Poison Pen - Streets lyrics

Now the evening has come to a close
And I've had my last dance with you
Onto the empty streets we go

"Streets"

The World Is A Geto like them Boys said
KY cats die behind thoroughbreds
Get dangled off a narrow ledge
Or get your top pushed back like you give Pez
You bet Tryin' To Get Free like you dead prez
When you found, bound by your hands and legs
Behind currency
Declaring an emergency for euros
Pesos,? and francs
Little Arab cats buggin' throwin'
Rocks at a tank
A little Swiss Miss with big tit's
Will lace up your drank
With the same shit they gave
Jason Statham in Crank
Little Germans just a mack
10 at carryin' shanks
I guess shit don't change except
The range of the weapon if you walk timid
Better change how you're steppin'
The pavements a slave ship
With chains and whips
If you wanna keep either better
Close your lips and knees

I'm a street dude you a weak dude
Limp wristed, bright colors
You a sweet dude
Ex crack dealer who make money through rap
My sket clap squealers and
Fake frontin' on tracks
In the streets of NY
You and your friends die send my
Street niggas to murder and lynch guys
I'm a Brownsville nigga for real p
You a clown still gettin' a deal listen
Beat Street, Beat Street, street fighter
On Wall Street in a Street Car Called Desire
21 Jumpstreet, run up on Street Kings
187 when you're hearin' that heat sing bamp!
Same street as Mike Tyson was raised
Soon as the sun set the god light up the haze
The streets raised me what about your moms?
That bitch still in the streets
The streets raised her wrong