Rakim, Maino, Tracey Horton - Walk These Streets lyrics

La da da dah, la da da dah
La da da dah, la da da dah (Uhyeah)
(This is for the haterskeep hatin)
La da da dah, la da da dah
La da da dah, la da da dah
(It's what we call money music, right here)
(Uh, yeah, let's go in)

I perform in cities, hoods, and slums
The best seller is drugs
And money is the only thing that get love
They say don't let it make you
But that's how they rate you
And the more you got, the more they hate you
(That's okay too)
Just don't get in the way
'cause at the end of the day
My agenda's make sure I get
Them ends to get paid (uh huh)
So I'm stacking grands 'til the math expand
It's the man with the master plan
Since a Bambino cash made my
Path cross with evil uno dos cinco on a
Crowded corner rolling cee-lo
To chips and the chick in
The casino pouring Clicquot
'Cause now I make music for the c notes
From New York to Puerto Rico
California to Rio
Hit the streets like a kilo but I'm legal
It's swag like I walk with heat
Though with all my people
But it's just me and my altered ego
I walk these streets, wit my mind on my plan
It's alright if you don't understand
I walk these streets
Think like I got a gun in my hand
Cause hatin is the nature of man
(Sometimes I wanna, stop the cameras
Just pop the hammer
Box the innocent bystander and his man up)
I walk these streets
Think like I got a gun in my hand
It's alright if you don't understand
Just stay outta my waaaay

Yo, one for my comrades, two for my family
Three for the day that I run into my enemies
We gon' make a movie
The world gon' remember me
I survived it all dawg
What the hell you tellin me?
I remember days when, I was young and aging
Cutting class, chasing ass
Couldn't pass grades and
Chilling on the block then
Listening to Rakim
Back of his album cliqued up with Killer Ben
Supreme Magnetic and I wasn't athletic
But I ran around with the Tre-8 Magnetic
Money on my mind, crack vials in my Levi's
Been a thug since I had
The CREAM colored Filas yeah, yeah, we fly
Seen it all with these eyes
Gunplay and drugs if you put
My mind on rewind
Fast forward my life, ya boy done made it
If I could do it over, I wouldn't change it
I walk these streets, wit my mind on my plan
It's alright if you don't understand
I walk these streets
Think like I got a gun in my hand
Cause hatin is the nature of man
(Sometimes I wanna, stop the cameras
Just pop the hammer
Box the innocent bystander and his man up)
I walk these streets
Think like I got a gun in my hand
It's alright if you don't understand
Just stay outta my waaaay
(Ay, good looking out my dude)

Aiyo Maino, it's the same ol' same ol'
Don't matter if you in it for
The fame or you lay low
Haters gon' hate but it's okay though
The angle is make sure the payroll stay swoll
Big faces, cake dough and di nay-ros
Rubles, yen yang, euros and pesos
Seven digit figures, tryna make more zay-ros
Spray holes in whoever in the way so
(Stay outta my waaaay)
While I count the next bundle
"All means necessary" Malcolm X hustle
A threat yet humble, about to flex muscle
Get a big amount then I'm in
And out the next jungle
'Cause every other day
I'm in another state
It's like I cross the thin
Line between love and hate
But I gotta eat, gotta get another plate
So I'm on my cake walk for the cake
I walk these streets, wit my mind on my plan
It's alright if you don't understand
I walk these streets
Think like I got a gun in my hand
Cause hatin is the nature of man
(Sometimes I wanna, stop the cameras
Just pop the hammer
Box the innocent bystander and his man up)
I walk these streets
Think like I got a gun in my hand
It's alright if you don't understand
Just stay outta my waaaay

Just stay outta my waaaay
(It's what they do)
Just stay outta my waaaay