Street Bullies (feat. Sheek Louch, Wiggs & Sun God)

[Intro: Sheek Louch] Geah! Aiyyo Starks, whattup? What it do family? [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] We street bullies for cheddar, and that's our word Pop bottles and spend money on chicks with curves We the youth poetic justice, the kings and the Yankees Our flows is vicious, check check, check out my melodies [Shawn Wigs] We gifted with vocab to make the streets spaz And I'm infatuated with money like {?} grabs Blow bags of that purple 'til I'm purple like Grimace Burn spinach cause it keep up flows, Shawn's a menace Even Barack watch "The Wire," the streets is political Watch how the '89 analog switched to digital It's a miracle, we gettin rich, offa visuals Millionaires open doors, split them residuals And still don't know how to act, spend 5 beams on jeans Steady blowin cream by the stack I get my change, now go cop, get'cha a drink And have a hoe butt-naked washed up by the sink Blowin stink, and I don't see grass on the field So I'ma tear ass on that field The Doe Wilson walk around with a bottle of Spades Diamonds lookin like I flossed in a cascade [Chorus] [Sheek Louch] Dee dee dee da dee, dee dee dee dee da dee day You asked for Donnie G oh won't you please come out and play They know I keep that black girl, the black guns and the AK's I'm comin where you lay, and yeah I'm gonna spray - hey! Motherfucker what'chu lookin at? The crook's back Staten Island got my back, Brooklyn niggaz let it clap Half these niggaz ride out, Harlem niggaz keep it real Bronx got a shorty there, that's my little hideout {?}, Rose, Donnie cake, souflee M6, no top on it, toupee Rubber grip, stainless steel, the night look gray Yeah, this that fly shit, patch over the eye shit Slick Rick, bruh, these bitches be on my dick Yeah I'm the new draft pick, about to get my ass licked Street bullies blastin, you ain't gotta ask it Ghostface, Wigs, will put you in a casket [Chorus] [Sun God] Can I, kick it? Yes you can Can I, kick it? Yes you can Can I, kick it? Yes you can Well I'm gone - are you gonna miss me when I leave? Besides this 8 times 5, got tricks up in my sleeve Guaranteed, ain't nobody around these beez See the team, we don't sleep, cause niggaz need green We bleed different, we chase money, y'all can chase dreams Came a long way, don't fuck that bread up in between Tell 'em God sent you, load up that wop and let it ring ock It's more than raindrops, when your nigga name get scratched off Like his name dropped, that's when that thang pop Y'all niggaz thought once too much, that's why your brain stopped Lock and load both of them 40's I make the place hot You can't wipe that up with no shirt, that take mops Out the window here's another bomb let that bass drop [Chorus]