Lirik Lagu Evil Streets (remix) - Onyx
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featuring Method Man
Intro: Method Man
Spark that shit upand lets flyOh my peopleHeyyy OhhhhAhhhh HoooooEiiii Heyyy
Verse One: Sticky Fingaz
I'm a hoodlumA dick in the dirt is what i'm holdingSporting mad Polo but only if its stolenI got no morals my mind is in the gutterKId I'll open up your face with my orange box cutterSoak you when you least expect itBefore I met Russel I only had a jail recordPlus nothing ever hurt me when I was at homeThese Evil Streets got a mind of their ownMy Pops left me for dead with just the clothes on my backI grew up selling crackAnd learning to drive a car jackI got street smarts and I use intuitionI can spot an undercover with my x-ray visionAnd if anybody test me out thereThey gonna make me kill them and throw away my carearI'm my Mothers first born, Her last bad seed
Verse Two: Fredro Star a.k.a. Never
Its all about the next caperThe cocaine, props and acresFor the sake ahSnatchin the green paperMe and my crew roll in the zone of the twilightThe news highlightWhen the next shit don't go rightIts so tight its blazingA nigga squeezed hayz ingot 'em geezing for a runnerThen the plot thickensOn point like Rod StricklandClocks tickingMakes the hardest niggas clicks stop tickingHitting they stashAnd murdering like and expertCover ya tracksAnd conceal that dirty shit
Chorus: Method Man
This is for the gun slingersnoise bringersthis is for the crack slingersbell ringersthis is for the bootleggersand everyday beggersAnd all my hood hustlers who know where we headin'
repeat 2X
Verse Three: Sonsee
Its all about the $50,000 carsDice games and ice chainsWe out of the average niggas price rangeRings and Remy mixed with HennyChicks with Fendi sucking disk in the InfinityThis nigga had mad decoFucking petro the nickel metro BlowAll you heard was the gun echoOn a dead nbight I get my head rightRunning red lights no headlightsPumping Buddah in a black BenzPulling out Mac 10'sIts just the smell of fucking cigarettesBroke niggas with assed outTook 2 puffs and passed outWoke him up with 21 shots of penicillinamped him upI guess thought it was hempacillinYo chill kid lamp kid, chill kid you livin'Aye yo JB hit me one time
Verse Four: Method Man
Its the Blaze that be JohnnyNot many shots can do that ass raunchyLyric to the muzak we rolling
Intro: Method Man
Spark that shit upand lets flyOh my peopleHeyyy OhhhhAhhhh HoooooEiiii Heyyy
Verse One: Sticky Fingaz
I'm a hoodlumA dick in the dirt is what i'm holdingSporting mad Polo but only if its stolenI got no morals my mind is in the gutterKId I'll open up your face with my orange box cutterSoak you when you least expect itBefore I met Russel I only had a jail recordPlus nothing ever hurt me when I was at homeThese Evil Streets got a mind of their ownMy Pops left me for dead with just the clothes on my backI grew up selling crackAnd learning to drive a car jackI got street smarts and I use intuitionI can spot an undercover with my x-ray visionAnd if anybody test me out thereThey gonna make me kill them and throw away my carearI'm my Mothers first born, Her last bad seed
Verse Two: Fredro Star a.k.a. Never
Its all about the next caperThe cocaine, props and acresFor the sake ahSnatchin the green paperMe and my crew roll in the zone of the twilightThe news highlightWhen the next shit don't go rightIts so tight its blazingA nigga squeezed hayz ingot 'em geezing for a runnerThen the plot thickensOn point like Rod StricklandClocks tickingMakes the hardest niggas clicks stop tickingHitting they stashAnd murdering like and expertCover ya tracksAnd conceal that dirty shit
Chorus: Method Man
This is for the gun slingersnoise bringersthis is for the crack slingersbell ringersthis is for the bootleggersand everyday beggersAnd all my hood hustlers who know where we headin'
repeat 2X
Verse Three: Sonsee
Its all about the $50,000 carsDice games and ice chainsWe out of the average niggas price rangeRings and Remy mixed with HennyChicks with Fendi sucking disk in the InfinityThis nigga had mad decoFucking petro the nickel metro BlowAll you heard was the gun echoOn a dead nbight I get my head rightRunning red lights no headlightsPumping Buddah in a black BenzPulling out Mac 10'sIts just the smell of fucking cigarettesBroke niggas with assed outTook 2 puffs and passed outWoke him up with 21 shots of penicillinamped him upI guess thought it was hempacillinYo chill kid lamp kid, chill kid you livin'Aye yo JB hit me one time
Verse Four: Method Man
Its the Blaze that be JohnnyNot many shots can do that ass raunchyLyric to the muzak we rolling
