Letra We are the streets The Lox

We are the streets

Intro: sheek
Ugh
You know we had to dis right
Hugh hugh
You know we had to dis right
Hugh hugh
It just wouldnt be right

Verse one:sheek

Yo
Ayo
Yo ima b-boy standin in my b-boy stance
Glock on my hip is big is the dick in my pants
You dont want nuttin wit sheek you soft as fuck
I leave a single shotgun shell on top of your truck
Wit a horseshoe to let you know you pressin ya luck
You dont want nuttin wit kiss, nuttin wit styles
You dont wanna end up food for the crocadiles
Id take the gun off ya waste and smack ya
And turn around and point it at ya mink and give you one
Im the reason why ya peeps not in icu
Cause believe me when you aint watchin I see you
From the hamptons to the place where you like to eat
I put somethin in them mams you keep thinkin is sweet
Im in the bushes all night calm wit the tommy
Waitin for you to skinny dip wit that mommy
While she waitin for the night Im waitin for her flight

Chorus: jadakiss
2x

No we aint
Wit dem
No more cause we ruffrydin
Get it out ya head now
Lox is back now
Show a little love now
Pump it in the club now

Verse two: jadakiss

Yo if you should die tonight
Its cause I said peel his cap
We on ruffryders now
How real is that
Its the kiss of death everybody know j- face
Us gettin off similar to ojs case
Just better rhymes and better beats involved
Less politics more of the streets involved
Things always go smooth when the heats involved
Sign today or get beat tommorow
First one talkin that family shit
And get a lotta doe and dont give the family shit
I dont care how many ? you wrote
I just wanna see how you gonna dance when your neck get broke
If yall do fall down ima scoop the ?
No shiny suits
Everybody boots and jeans
The industry is one thing being real is another
That means Ill steal your mother

Chorus: 2x

Verse three: styles

Yo if you left the peak ballin I dont feel yo ass
I wish duke was still alive and they killed yo ass
You can keep an industry but dont you come to the hood
I got a thousand niggas like me and they feel like suge
If you think Im beefin for nuttin then rob me dog
Im from the hood
And I aint bee robbed before
Tell you screw all the paper work
You can lie in dirt
Walk through the valley nigga tell me if the iron hurt
Ruffryder now cause thats where the bombs at
And I tell niggas fuck that car jack
Take the roley out the air put the don back
Cant wear shiney suits on combat
Guess I got personal beef
You worse then a thief
Probably be your man thatll work you to sleep
We goin put the guns down and we aint bringin a crew
You got friends that hate yo ass more than we do nigga

Outro: l.o.x.

We dont give a fuck about ya (3x)
We gonna be alright with out ya

Chorus: (6x)