Ghostface Killah, Shawn Wigs, Sheek Louch, Sun God - Street Bullies lyrics
[Ghostface Killah, Shawn Wigs, Sheek Louch, Sun God - Street Bullies lyrics]
Geah! Aiyyo Starks, whattup?
What it do family?
We street bullies for cheddar
And that's our word
Pop bottles and spend money
On chicks with curves
We the youth poetic justice
The kings and the Yankees
Our flows is vicious, check check
Check out my melodies
We gifted with vocab to make the streets spaz
And I'm infatuated with money like MrKrabs
Blow bags of that purple 'til
I'm purple like Grimace
Burn spinach cause it keep up flows
Shawn's a menace
Even Barack watch "The Wire
" the streets is political
Watch how the '89 analog switched to digital
It's a miracle, we gettin rich, offa visuals
Millionaires open doors, split them residuals
And still don't know how to act
Spend 5 beams on jeans
Steady blowin cream by the stack
I get my change, now go cop, get'cha a drink
And have a ho butt naked
Washed up by the sink blowin stink
And I don't see grass on the field
So I'mma tear ass on that field
The Doe Wilson walk around with
A bottle of Spades
Diamonds lookin like I flossed in a cascade
We street bullies for cheddar
And that's our word
Pop bottles and spend money
On chicks with curves
We the youth poetic justice
The kings and the Yankees
Our flows is vicious, check check
Check out my melodies
Dee dee dee da dee
Dee dee dee dee da dee day
You asked for Donnie G oh won't you please
Come out and play
They know I keep that black girl
The black guns and the AK's
I'm comin where you lay
And yeah I'm gonna spray - hey!
Motherfucker what'chu lookin at?
The crook's back staten Island got my back
Brooklyn niggas let it clap
Half these niggas ride out
Harlem niggas keep it real
Bronx got a shorty there
That's my little hideout
?, Rose, Donnie cake, souflee
M6, no top on it, toupee
Rubber grip, stainless steel
The night look gray
Yeah, this that fly shit
Patch over the eye shit
Slick Rick, bruh, these bitches be on my dick
Yeah I'm the new draft pick
About to get my ass licked
Street bullies blastin
You ain't gotta ask it
Ghostface, Wigs, will put you in a casket
We street bullies for cheddar
And that's our word
Pop bottles and spend money
On chicks with curves
We the youth poetic justice
The kings and the Yankees
Our flows is vicious, check check
Check out my melodies
Can I, kick it? Yes you can
Can I, kick it? Yes you can
Can I, kick it? Yes you can
Well I'm gone - are you gonna
Miss me when I leave?
Besides this 8 times 5
Got tricks up in my sleeve
Guaranteed, ain't nobody around these beez
See the team, we don't sleep
Cause niggas need green
We bleed different, we chase money
Y'all can chase dreams came a long way
Don't fuck that bread up in between
Tell 'em God sent you
Load up that wop and let it ring ock
It's more than raindrops
When your nigga name get scratched off
Like his name dropped
That's when that thang pop
Y'all niggas thought once too much
That's why your brain stopped
Lock and load both of them 40's
I make the place hot
You can't wipe that up with no shirt
That take mops
Out the window here's another bomb
Let that bass drop
We street bullies for cheddar
And that's our word
Pop bottles and spend money
On chicks with curves
We the youth poetic justice
The kings and the Yankees
Our flows is vicious, check check
Check out my melodies
What it do family?
We street bullies for cheddar
And that's our word
Pop bottles and spend money
On chicks with curves
We the youth poetic justice
The kings and the Yankees
Our flows is vicious, check check
Check out my melodies
We gifted with vocab to make the streets spaz
And I'm infatuated with money like MrKrabs
Blow bags of that purple 'til
I'm purple like Grimace
Burn spinach cause it keep up flows
Shawn's a menace
Even Barack watch "The Wire
" the streets is political
Watch how the '89 analog switched to digital
It's a miracle, we gettin rich, offa visuals
Millionaires open doors, split them residuals
And still don't know how to act
Spend 5 beams on jeans
Steady blowin cream by the stack
I get my change, now go cop, get'cha a drink
And have a ho butt naked
Washed up by the sink blowin stink
And I don't see grass on the field
So I'mma tear ass on that field
The Doe Wilson walk around with
A bottle of Spades
Diamonds lookin like I flossed in a cascade
We street bullies for cheddar
And that's our word
Pop bottles and spend money
On chicks with curves
We the youth poetic justice
The kings and the Yankees
Our flows is vicious, check check
Check out my melodies
Dee dee dee da dee
Dee dee dee dee da dee day
You asked for Donnie G oh won't you please
Come out and play
They know I keep that black girl
The black guns and the AK's
I'm comin where you lay
And yeah I'm gonna spray - hey!
Motherfucker what'chu lookin at?
The crook's back staten Island got my back
Brooklyn niggas let it clap
Half these niggas ride out
Harlem niggas keep it real
Bronx got a shorty there
That's my little hideout
?, Rose, Donnie cake, souflee
M6, no top on it, toupee
Rubber grip, stainless steel
The night look gray
Yeah, this that fly shit
Patch over the eye shit
Slick Rick, bruh, these bitches be on my dick
Yeah I'm the new draft pick
About to get my ass licked
Street bullies blastin
You ain't gotta ask it
Ghostface, Wigs, will put you in a casket
We street bullies for cheddar
And that's our word
Pop bottles and spend money
On chicks with curves
We the youth poetic justice
The kings and the Yankees
Our flows is vicious, check check
Check out my melodies
Can I, kick it? Yes you can
Can I, kick it? Yes you can
Can I, kick it? Yes you can
Well I'm gone - are you gonna
Miss me when I leave?
Besides this 8 times 5
Got tricks up in my sleeve
Guaranteed, ain't nobody around these beez
See the team, we don't sleep
Cause niggas need green
We bleed different, we chase money
Y'all can chase dreams came a long way
Don't fuck that bread up in between
Tell 'em God sent you
Load up that wop and let it ring ock
It's more than raindrops
When your nigga name get scratched off
Like his name dropped
That's when that thang pop
Y'all niggas thought once too much
That's why your brain stopped
Lock and load both of them 40's
I make the place hot
You can't wipe that up with no shirt
That take mops
Out the window here's another bomb
Let that bass drop
We street bullies for cheddar
And that's our word
Pop bottles and spend money
On chicks with curves
We the youth poetic justice
The kings and the Yankees
Our flows is vicious, check check
Check out my melodies