all we got iz us (evil streets)

nigga you heartless

you ain't heartless

you dont 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 grease

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 and hittin nothing

your whole block on him

only two niggaz got him

came down fast

with the cash and the product

caught you pants down with ya clothes off

a nigga never knows.a nigga never knows

you got your ryhmes niggas?

bring em-we start that

its concrete combat-where i'm at

a crime covered city

where theres no time for pity

we comin from the village

of the unprivledged

blood soaked bills through murder actions

transactions all illegal

i smell the cheeb like a beagle

evil stalks and lurks

dominate and do worse in my dwelling

niggaz filling shells and compelling to bust melons

bring to these fellas

these evil streets iz rough

ain't no one we can trust

either roll with the rush or get rushed

cause all we got iz us

these evil streets. seen the world through the eyes of a nigga on the brink

drugs got my brain fried making it hard to think

i'm trapped in these evil streets

drivin some scuffed up ragged down beat up past tims

some kid pulls up with chrome dimple guided rims

now i'm thinking its 3 in the a.m. i'm walking and he in a bm

drop top 3-he dont even see me

would you believe

he saw my gun in 3d

10 blocks later trying to work the cd

spotted 15 on the bqe

cause ain't no way them pigs is baggin me

and up a sonsee 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 are fire

make ice hearts in men

for worldly desire

its the black attack

born on the corner

nigga grew up fast to get that looter ready to shoot 'er

and he do anything to achieve it

grew up in a band of theives

who retrieves the goods

stacking stacks

and pushing niggas shit back like they should

while we was gone

some shit undeveloped

now parlay

sit back

and watch armys swell up

yeah.punk niggaz

as we move through these evil streets. only nigga that can kill me is the nigga in the mirror

but when i cup the mic and make my fighting words clearer

a nigga without a gun is like something is missing

that was my employer-when i ain't have a pot to piss in

keep a gun

even if its not needed

better that than to have none and to be in deep shit

we mold on niggaz like bacteria grows

fools they lucky if they walk away with a black eye and a broken nose

nigga

we kill niggaz

for polo and hilfigers

its all for real ill niggaz

and steel figures

ain't nothin over here

wont be soft

shit be jumping off

on the rag

don't beat me in the head with that

go head with that

i think back me in my mans rover

rip out sombodys grandmother

pulled out

the bitch ran for cover

keep niggaz guessin with our face without expressions

for niggaz stressin

i leave a lifetime impression

it shines like aggression when the flame comes out

saw the bout

what you got

when your gang runs out

shits hot

you could get burned with heat

we take turns to sleep

you better learn the street

knowledge

damn

you could get shot for 5 dollars

its live wires

with no signs of survivors. these evil streets iz rough

ain't no one we can trust

either roll with the rush or get rushed

cause all we got iz us

these evil streets iz rough

ain't no one we can trust

either roll with the rush or get rushed

cause all we got iz us

these evil streets.