Kool G Rap & DJ Polo - Streets Of New York Lyrics
In the streets of New YorkDope fiends are leaning for morphineThe TV screen followed the homicide scenesYou live here, you're taking a chanceSo look and I take one glance, there's a man inside an ambulanceCrowds are getting louder, I wonder how thePeople want to go fight for the white powderPeople hanging in spotsThey waited until the blocks got hotAnd got raided by the copsI'll explain the man sleeping in the rainHis whole life remains inside a bottle of Night TrainAnother man got his clothes in a sackCause he spent every dime of his rent playing blackjackAnd there's the poor little sisterShe has a little baby daughterNamed Sonya and Sonya has pneumoniaSo why's her mother in a club unzipped though?Yo that's her job, Sonya's mommy is a bar stripperDrug dealers drive around looking hardKnowing they're sending their brothers and sisters to the graveyardEvery day is a main event, some old lady limpsThe pushers and pimps eat shrimpsIt gets tiring, the sight of a gun firingThey must desire for the sound of a sirenA bag lady dies in an alleywayShe's seen the last of her days inside the subwaysMore and more down the slope, the kid couldn't copeSo he stole somebody's dope and a gold ropeNow my son's on the run, he's a wanted oneHad fun then was done by a shotgunUpstairs I cover my ears and tearsThe man downstairs must have drank too many beersCause every day of his life he beats his wifeTill one night she decides to pull a butcher knifeBlind man plays the saxA tune called The Arms on My Moms Show Railroad Tracks?Many lives are cut shortThat's when you're livingIn the streets of New York<break>Baby needs new shoesBut his papa uses all the money for boozeA young girl is undressed in the back seat of a CaddyCalling some man DaddyThree men slain inside an apartmentAll you could see was the sparks when it darkenedDaylight broke, cops roll on the sceneThe drug war, daily routineGambling spots, just a poor man's jackpotYou winning a lot, you get shotThe drug dealing fanaticsBut you don't want no staticCause they got crack addicts with automaticsShoot-outs for a desire for territoryA kid got caught in the crossfireA tired mother can't take no moreShe grab the bottle full of sleeping pills and took about 24Human beings are laying on the pavementCause they're a part of a mental enslavementThe cop snipers, little babies in dirty diapersThis type of life is making you hyperPeople scouting a torched-out buildingAnd got killed when the cold air filled inIs hell really suggested?No more persons arrested, a child molestedA little kid says, "YoI got a color TV, CD player and car stereoAnd all I want is a castleI also got a .38, don't give me no hassle"One kid heads straight for the topAnd gets stopped and popped by a crooked copLook behind you when you walkThat's how it is in the streets of New York
