Esham - In These Streets lyrics

[Esham - In These Streets lyrics]

They out here wildin' in these streets
They out here stylin' in these streets
They out here lootin' and shootin'
And black profilin' in these streets
They out here dealin' in these streets
They out here stealin' in these streets
They out here illin' and killin'
They hurt yo' feelings in these streets

Boy, I tell you these streets ain't no joke
You need to stay up out of
'em before you get smoked
You lookin' like food to a hungry nigga
Broke
Every hood in America filled with cutthroats
Police scanners tune into the
Murder that I wrote
Gave 'em cement shoes and then I
Tossed 'em off a boat
Make sure all the bubbles disappeared
He didn't float
Left my calling card for the Coast Guard
A suicide note
Sometimes these lil' rappers need to
Shut they fuckin' mouths
Don't care if you from the East
Or West or North or South
Where I'm from they bring it to
Yo' doorstep at your house
What you talkin' 'bout
Can't play no football in no blouse
I be runnin' plays like the Quarterback Sneak
I call you Seven Days 'cause
Your rap style weak
Freak, hit the Cuervo and she just got geeked
Did a dance on the police
Then I left 'em in the street

They out here wildin' in these streets
They out here stylin' in these streets
They out here lootin' and shootin'
And black profilin' in these streets
They out here dealin' in these streets
They out here stealin' in these streets
They out here illin' and killin'
They hurt yo' feelings in these streets

Boy, I tell ya that you just won't last
Your mouth gonna write a check
That yo' ass can't cash
All the shit you did gon'
Come back from the past
And when they catch up with you
You know they gon' whoop yo' ass
Consequences, repercussions for them guns
That was bustin'
And now the police comin' 'round
Askin' all them questions
Ain't nobody tell 'em nothin'
They don't want to admit it
Street justice is upon him
And they want you to get it
They had motive before they did it
Premeditated, committed murder
And they never, ever once reconsidered
Never heard of such a thing
You get yourself crowned
Tryin' to be the king of this rap underground
Real bad boys move in silence
Don't make a sound been down
We the reason fake dudes don't come around
Four pound, catch you outta bounds
Another body found
Chopped 'em up in pieces and
Fed 'em to the hounds

They out here wildin' in these streets
They out here stylin' in these streets
They out here lootin' and shootin'
And black profilin' in these streets
They out here dealin' in these streets
They out here stealin' in these streets
They out here illin' and killin'
They hurt yo' feelings in these streets

Boy, would you boss up?
These niggas is mustard, man
They need to catch up
Put ya hands in the air and throw ya sets up
If I ever make it rain, ya might get wet up
I don't walk around a criminal
Or fakin' I'm a villain
I'm known around the globe for
Simply makin' a killin'
Man, you all up in yo' feelings
Money spending when it's old
And I'm all up in the game
Even if the weather's cold
And they still don't know my name
But insane is how I roll
Man I'll blow yo' fuckin' brains on
The floor and snatch yo' soul

They out here wildin' in these streets
They out here stylin' in these streets
They out here lootin' and shootin'
And black profilin' in these streets
They out here dealin' in these streets
They out here stealin' in these streets
They out here illin' and killin'
They hurt yo' feelings in these streets

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