All We Got Iz Us (Evil Streets) E

Ooh, yo, yo, yo, son, come here. Yo, Son See, come here, dog. Ayo, what's up, Nigga? Yo, yo, what type of shit was you Goin' in in Yukon, man? Yeah, right there, you Was on some sexy shit. You know, the big rock rings on the pinky Finger. You know what I'm sayin', man? I'm sayin' Fuck what you goin' through. He actin' like he Can't get it. Word up. Yeah, you know it Ain't like that. Never that, nigga. Word up, 'cause niggas be frontin' on that next Shit, the extras. But I'm tryna put the pressures. Shit, got that? You know I'm diggin' it. Well, let's go see what he about. A'ight. Yo, Duke, come here for a Ayo, Money. Yo, what's up? Money! you're heartless, you ain't Heartless You don't want no part in this, You ain't got it in ya I'm born to Be a sinner as I move through these evil New York streets Like Greeks, and some kids get Caught up, all up in the crime rate Couldn't Hold your nine straight when you was bustin' Your Whole clip'll hit nothin', your whole block got up Only two niggas got up, came down fast, Caught the cash and the product Caught you pants Down with your clothes off A nigga never knows A nigga never knows, You got your rhymes, nigga? Bring 'em We start that It's concrete combat where I'm at Uh A crime-covered city where it's no Time for pity We comin' from the village of The unprivileged Blood-soaked bills through murder Actions, transactions all illegal I smell the chief Like a beagle Evil stalks and lurks, dominate and Do worse in my dwellin' Niggas spillin' shells and Compellin' upon fellas We just Fugitives spillin', Trained to kill it These Ain't no one we Can trust Either roll with the rush or get Rushed 'Cause all we got is us These evil Streets is rough Ain't no one we can trust Either roll with the rush or get rushed 'Cause All we got is us These evil streets I See the world through the eyes of a nigga On the brink Drugs got my brain fried, makin' It hard to think And I'm trapped in these Evil streets Drivin' some scuffed up, Ran down beat-up ass Benz Some kid pulls up With chrome-dipped Bugatti rims Now I'm thinkin' It's 3 in the AM, I'm walkin' he and The BM Drop top three and don't even see Me Would you believe he saw my gun in 3D? Ten blocks later, I'm tryna work the CD Spotted 50, dipped on the BQE 'Cause ain't no Way them pigs is baggin' me At supper, Son See, we official nasty For niggas that force The issue, my man'll toss the pistol And of Course I hit you, let that loss be with You The more L's, the higher, streets of fire Make ice hearts admit for worldly desire It's the Black attack born on the corner Nigga grew up Fast to get that loot and ready to shoot Her And they do anything to achieve it You Better believe it Run with a band of thieves Who retrieves the goods Stack a sack and push A nigga's shit back like they should While we Was gone, some shit done developed Now parlay, Sit back and watch armies swallow Yeah Dead, Punk nigga As we move through these evil streets As we move through these evil streets As we Move through these evil streets As we move through These evil streets Only nigga that can kill me Is the nigga in the mirror But when I Cuff a mic, it make my fightin' words clearer A Mecca without a gun is like somethin' is Missin' That was my employer when I ain't have A pot to piss in So listen Keep a Gun even if it's not needed Better that than To have none and be in deep shit We Mold on niggas like bacteria grows Foes be lucky If they walk away with a black eye and A broken nose Nigga, kill niggas for Polo and Hilfigers It's all for real ill niggas with steel Triggers Ain't nothin' over here pumpin' soft, Shit be jumpin' off On the reg, don't beat Me in the head with that Go 'head with That I think back, me and my man's brother We robbed somebody grandmother Pulled out, The bitch ran for cover Keep niggas guessin' with A face without expression For niggas stressin', I Leave a lifetime impression It shines like Fluorescents when the flame comes out It's all about What you got when your gang runs out Shit Is hot You could get burned with heat We Take turns to sleep, you better learn the street Knowledge, damn, you could get shot for five dollars It's live wires with no signs of survivors These Evil streets is rough Ain't no one we can Trust Either roll with the rush or get rushed 'Cause all we got is us These evil streets Is rough Ain't no one we can trust Either Roll with the rush or get rushed 'Cause all We got is us These evil streets