Planit Hank, M.O.P., Benny the Butcher - What Happened to The Streets lyrics

Ahhh yeah, yeah the Butcher coming nigga
Griselda, MOP niggas (oooowww)
I've tried to tell niggas man
Niggas can't fuck with the Butcher
Naw, the Butcher coming nigga

It's a couple things you need
When you making some long bread
38 with some bald heads and
A table with strong legs
I'm more safe than y'all
'cause I got that safe in the wall bread
New case for the squad
Show up on the break then we all jam
Looked in the air, said a prayer
Then I sat down to eat
I kept my back 'round the streets
You need a pat down to speak
Pass the nail shop
Them hoe's probably dash out the seed
That emblem on the hood


Will make them bitches flag down the "V"
I don't back down
My niggas coming strapped down for free
I rest just for a week
But need a half pound of chief i left town
I ain't coming back 'round for weeks nigga
No law or MPR
Need to count these racks out in peace
They ain't holding they 'trolla
Niggas never score with a whole one
Sent the package somewhere safe
Then boarded the Boeing
Lost my way a couple times
Asked the lord "where I'm going?"
'Cause I keep it on me like I
Can't afford it to tote it
I ran my money up and I
Ain't think my daughter would notice
Now she in class with that Marc
Jacobs bag crossin' her shoulder
It's fucked up when you find out
That your dawg was a cobra
The fed's slick, get in a whip
And can't talk to the chauffeur (ahhh)
(The Butcher coming nigga)

What happened to the streets?
The streets man, what happened to that?
What happened to the streets?
The streets man, what happened to that?
What happened to the streets? (uuhhh)
The streets man, what happened to that?
(uuhhh)
What happened to the streets? (uuhhh)

(You heard what I said)

Ayo what happened to the streets
Or at least niggas like me
Solid dudes, earners, burners under the seat
Her gentleman, but a hoe's piece
I'll put the gun up, run up
And give you the two piece
You really wanna get it together, call me
I'll get you little niggas together
For a small fee i'm followed by a nation of
Niggas that's all me a hood harbor's and OD
Loved throughout the community, MOP
Diplomatic immunity nigga, OG
I'm certified worldwide to provide rawness
Uncut, don't give a fuck, pureness
The image of my logo is a globe
Niggas know, so thank Fame
For bringing you me, danze banned from TV

What happened to the streets? (yyeeeaaahh)
The streets man, what happened to that?
(MO, MO) man what happened?
(plan to hate) Man what happened?
(Plan to hate, man fuck y'all think)
What happened to the streets?
The streets man, what happened to that?
What happened to the streets?
The streets man, what happened to that?

(Yo, Yo, Yo)

My rap bars give niggas scars
And chills in they veins
I'm the realest mothafucka with
"Lil'" in his name
Still in the game with the feel in the game
Type of nigga to let his
Blood spill for his change
Take it in blood (yeah)
I'm on that gutter shit, I came from the mud
(Fuck em) fuck all that color shit
I bang with the thugs
That'll run up with the masks in yah church
'cause money is the root Of all evil
That's why they ask for it in church
See I don't hear y'all
(nah) and I don't feel y'all (nah)
Officially slap rap niggas for being posh
(fyyaahh)
I raise the heat on yah thermometers
Bill Cosby pills
Call me "The Street Pharmacist"
Fizzy, I'm high, Fizzy
That manage the eighth
Fizzy, banging out on beats, Fizzy
My nigga plan to hate fizzy, boom bap shit
What happened to the beats?
True rap shit, What happened to the streets?

What happened to the streets?
The streets man, what happened to that?
What happened to the streets?
The streets man, what happened to that?
What happened to the streets?
The streets man, what happened to that?
What happened to the streets?
The streets man, what happened to that?