Raekwon, Ghostface Killah, Inspectah Deck - Mean Streets lyrics
[Raekwon, Ghostface Killah, Inspectah Deck - Mean Streets lyrics]
(Ayo, Chef?) What up, my nigga?
(yeah, man, I gotta give you the
411, shit is straight 911, word)
It's $250, nigga
Back the fuck up! Talk to me
(Word, them blue ninjas is everywhere
Word, watch ya back, Protect Ya
Neck and all that shit, man
Thirty nine motherfuckers already
Got scooped up indicted, word
I'm bird eye viewing it right now
Out there out the motherfucking window)
You got the strong scoopers out there?
(Word, five book store buses out front
All them young boys are certified
They ain't rentals)
Run these mean streets from Cali to New York
Who could ya trust? Niggas they do talk
Running from the feds and
Out of state troopers
Look up ahead, you know we got sharp shooters
The blocks is molded, step up ya sword piece
Moving through them housing with more ki's
Rembrandts is fresh from
Scotland, crisp hats, cristal bottles
Niggas want the problems, we back
It's time to take over the game, it's nothing
I live on the line
From corner to castles with
Pawns and capsules
Scramble and find, my money's up
I'm praying for war
I do this all the time, all the time
All the time
Faces of Doom, sling in the lobby
Swinging cooked raw
If you played the field you was not leaving
Fast pacin' for CREAM chasing team
Trying to come through the hood and lie
Get left for dead naked in Queens
Let them other niggas wear that
We take the credit while we was shopping for
More Nikes and off-whites
Heroin stirrers, the crib, cracked mirrors
Career thugs who serve only judges and jurors
Got to make my money this year
Whether it's through rhyming or criming
I'll be on the line with my iron
Promised them llamas'll fly fast
Quick at pirahnas
Trying to intervene, get caught dead
No head in pajamas
You live like a slouch from vouchers
Nobody mad, you was a fake, dead
Die with no trousers
Cause you crossed the line
Like Miller's Crossing
Off with ya dome, I walked
You through the woods, we both smoked a bone
Run these mean streets from Cali to New York
Who could ya trust? Niggas they do talk
Running from the feds and
Out of state troopers
Look up ahead, you know we got sharp shooters
Mean streets just when I thought I was out
They pulled me back in
The streets stay flooded with crack
Rocks and Mac shots the scenery's money
Guerrillas in the back drop
The livest'll pop
The weakest get chopped where they stand
Singing the judge's name
Dropped in the stand
Drug money kills, blood on my bills
Mud on my Nikes
Only buying with the couple that
I trust with my life
Twenty four sev' ducking the feds
Infrared wtih lead
Gamble with off track betting instead
In my hood anybody can get it
And everybody want it
Cutthroat executives, the corners, the office
And the thought is to be boss of all bosses
The cost is ya life
Swimming with sharks and orcas
So keep ya guards up, or get scarred up
It's a Cold World
I told you with Allah Just'
The bigger the funds
The bigger the guns that's blazing
It's sick in the slums and
Niggas are stunting for nathin'
Ayo, my gun been in more niggas
Mouths than a whore had dick
With creamy nuts on the side of her jaw
It's Rigatone, nigga
Sliding through airports
Riding on niggas like MJ, same
Day I rocked you, comprende?
Yeah, I'm kinda off cuz my guns was dirty
That last joint that hit you, kid
You made the top thirty
Early, walk with me and
Strap with a vengeance
More or less Ghostface Killah'll
Stretch you out like mad words in a sentence
Smell the gas burning
(yeah) feel the fire (word) real talk
It's not that bullshit from The Wire
It's them disco kids that clap iron
Champion hoods, if ya coke don't freeze
My face is not worth frying
We crack eightballs with pool sticks
Bungee jump off a mountain of bricks
Fuck you up if you slinging those nicks
Tony Stark's from the octagon, my ox is on
Snap Matt Hughes' neck with my boxers on
Run these mean streets from Cali to New York
Who could ya trust? Niggas they do talk
Running from the feds and
Out of state troopers
Look up ahead, you know we got sharp shooters
(yeah, man, I gotta give you the
411, shit is straight 911, word)
It's $250, nigga
Back the fuck up! Talk to me
(Word, them blue ninjas is everywhere
Word, watch ya back, Protect Ya
Neck and all that shit, man
Thirty nine motherfuckers already
Got scooped up indicted, word
I'm bird eye viewing it right now
Out there out the motherfucking window)
You got the strong scoopers out there?
(Word, five book store buses out front
All them young boys are certified
They ain't rentals)
Run these mean streets from Cali to New York
Who could ya trust? Niggas they do talk
Running from the feds and
Out of state troopers
Look up ahead, you know we got sharp shooters
The blocks is molded, step up ya sword piece
Moving through them housing with more ki's
Rembrandts is fresh from
Scotland, crisp hats, cristal bottles
Niggas want the problems, we back
It's time to take over the game, it's nothing
I live on the line
From corner to castles with
Pawns and capsules
Scramble and find, my money's up
I'm praying for war
I do this all the time, all the time
All the time
Faces of Doom, sling in the lobby
Swinging cooked raw
If you played the field you was not leaving
Fast pacin' for CREAM chasing team
Trying to come through the hood and lie
Get left for dead naked in Queens
Let them other niggas wear that
We take the credit while we was shopping for
More Nikes and off-whites
Heroin stirrers, the crib, cracked mirrors
Career thugs who serve only judges and jurors
Got to make my money this year
Whether it's through rhyming or criming
I'll be on the line with my iron
Promised them llamas'll fly fast
Quick at pirahnas
Trying to intervene, get caught dead
No head in pajamas
You live like a slouch from vouchers
Nobody mad, you was a fake, dead
Die with no trousers
Cause you crossed the line
Like Miller's Crossing
Off with ya dome, I walked
You through the woods, we both smoked a bone
Run these mean streets from Cali to New York
Who could ya trust? Niggas they do talk
Running from the feds and
Out of state troopers
Look up ahead, you know we got sharp shooters
Mean streets just when I thought I was out
They pulled me back in
The streets stay flooded with crack
Rocks and Mac shots the scenery's money
Guerrillas in the back drop
The livest'll pop
The weakest get chopped where they stand
Singing the judge's name
Dropped in the stand
Drug money kills, blood on my bills
Mud on my Nikes
Only buying with the couple that
I trust with my life
Twenty four sev' ducking the feds
Infrared wtih lead
Gamble with off track betting instead
In my hood anybody can get it
And everybody want it
Cutthroat executives, the corners, the office
And the thought is to be boss of all bosses
The cost is ya life
Swimming with sharks and orcas
So keep ya guards up, or get scarred up
It's a Cold World
I told you with Allah Just'
The bigger the funds
The bigger the guns that's blazing
It's sick in the slums and
Niggas are stunting for nathin'
Ayo, my gun been in more niggas
Mouths than a whore had dick
With creamy nuts on the side of her jaw
It's Rigatone, nigga
Sliding through airports
Riding on niggas like MJ, same
Day I rocked you, comprende?
Yeah, I'm kinda off cuz my guns was dirty
That last joint that hit you, kid
You made the top thirty
Early, walk with me and
Strap with a vengeance
More or less Ghostface Killah'll
Stretch you out like mad words in a sentence
Smell the gas burning
(yeah) feel the fire (word) real talk
It's not that bullshit from The Wire
It's them disco kids that clap iron
Champion hoods, if ya coke don't freeze
My face is not worth frying
We crack eightballs with pool sticks
Bungee jump off a mountain of bricks
Fuck you up if you slinging those nicks
Tony Stark's from the octagon, my ox is on
Snap Matt Hughes' neck with my boxers on
Run these mean streets from Cali to New York
Who could ya trust? Niggas they do talk
Running from the feds and
Out of state troopers
Look up ahead, you know we got sharp shooters