Lord Tariq, Peter Gunz, Cam’ron - Streets 2 Da Stage lyrics

It's been a long time comin', but I came
Could'a drove a nigga crazy, but I'm sane
It's been a lotta fun, lotta pain
Lotta shit changed, I used to hop trains
Now I'm hoppin' in planes headed for Lanes
I used to have a job, but I quit
Niggas in the Bronx called me Lex
Now they call me mothafuckin' six
Bitches used to front now they switch
'Cause they walk by, tappin' my dick
Lickin' they lips
See me in the Bronx strollin'
Down the muthafuckin' street, holdin'
Nuthin' but mothafuckin' heat
Surrounded by thirty niggas with
Thirty dirty guns
Some (S-S-S-O-O-O) , niggas that'll rip you from yo neck to yo lung
Have you lyin' in a pool
Of your blood swallowin' tongue
As sweet as it look, don't get it twisted
Or get twisted, too
Right up in your mothafuckin' biscuit
I remember when my P-O, said: "Peto
You need to get yo shit together
And see the C-O"
That's when I, dazed ya crew, with Deja Vu
And rounded up a hundred thugs
That'll blaze y'all too

Now from the streets, to da stage
From movin' stones and bricks
To makin' hit's and ridin' round in a six
(so come on) peter Gunz, and ya don't stop!
And Killa Cam, and ya won't stop!

Ayo my transporter 65 ya, all know the deal
J barfield, drive a '82 oldsmobile
Keep a low appeal, but oh yo he's so for real
I stick to old-timers
(why?) , 'cause a hoe will squeal
They be the first to snitch
So you alert a chick
If she shit on Cam, I'ma hurt the bitch
And I don't care who she mess with
Rest with, put too much time and effort
To get a deficit, fuck the rhetoric
Protection's what y'all better get
Stay on defense 'Cause when you see me tense
It's about to be a real wild sequence
Got a deep bench and we hot
Like a weed spot, let off three shots
Spray tee tops
'bout to take the customers that we got
So we switch now
Don's house come with three Rotts'
And um, Harlem niggas know how to play!
'Cause I got the 600 and the
Rest of y'all want it

Now from the streets, to da stage
From movin' stones and bricks
To makin' hit's and ridin' round in a six
(so come on) killa Cam, and ya don't stop!
The Lord Tariq, and ya won't stop!

The Lord Tariq, a Bronx nigga, nigga
I get around
8th ave, bright lights niggas, all tops down
I turn yo smiles to frowns
And get you clown niggas sick
When I come around I got yo bitch on my dick
Uptown, movin' nuthin' but, stones and bricks
Since '86 I was ownin' shit, I'm born to flip
A O to an 8th, 8th, to keys and quick
We gettin' chased by the P's and shit
Tearin' up the turnpike when I burn right
And a man's position is based
On when he earns right?
Well from silly to willy
Nigg-az wit big gats, that Gotti connect
I walk the world, gettin' Gotti respect
I got a lot to inject to
All those who oppose the BX
And to my hoes: How you want those
Cash or check? (hahaa)
Wire or charge, my dick is hard bitch thanx
I ain't got no money 'cause
I ain't yo fuckin' bank! Feds still lookin'
Searchin' all through Brooklyn
But I'm in the Bronx
Takin' paper that's tooken
Headed Southbound out of town with
A pound of the brown
Fuck the fun, I'm gettin' mon'
It's no time to fuck around
I got a stash full of guns
And we pumpin' the sounds
Pack the coke in vaseline
Foolin' the drug hounds
A big nigga I'm, soon to be now
The block is hot but I'm ice
So I'm coolin' it down
I gained weight stepped it up and
Stepped off the pitcher's mound
I got the money the power
And the bitches now feds takin' pictures now
The thugs wanna get ya now
But I got somethin' for you
Thugs, take this nigga, blaow!
Shot that nigga down in his town
First round, ding! Bell ring, it's on
Now who's the next nigga dead
In my next song, mothafucka?!

Now from the streets, to da stage
From movin' stones and bricks
To makin' hit's and ridin' round in a six
(so come on) lord Tariq, and ya don't stop!
And Peter Gunz, and ya won't stop!

Now from the streets, to da stage
From movin' stones and bricks
To makin' hit's and ridin' round in a six
(so come on) uptown, and ya don't stop!
The Boogie Down, and ya won't stop!