Max B - These My Streets Lyrics
[Hook:]Deez my streets, deez my corners*****in' with Max B nigga, you's a gonerBullets in yo' ass like heat from the saunaJeeps run up on yaBeef with them heats and them jeeps that'll scorn yaMom through, pop throughDress up, black suit, tend to wear condom on yaYour wife, your friends, your kids condom on yaDon't ***** with the boy, I tried to warn ya[Verse 1:]Where the ***** is my bread (Where it at nigga)Mu'*****a, I'll bust yo' head (Bust ya shit)Fill ya *****in' ass up with leadHeard through the grapevine, you working for the feds(That's what I heard dog)I'm 'bout to put Harlem on the mapPop the trunk of the Jag and put your father in the backWe hoggin' in the backYou niggaz eat real good in the front row while niggaz starvin' in the backWe mobbin' in the backGun *****ed, jewels off, robbin' in the backKill a white ***** while she joggin' in the backOpen up your mouth, come slob a nigga's sack, *****Max spit hard, the nigga rapSawed-off shotgun, revolve a nigga clapAll off hot one, dissolve a nigga fatAll off hot ones, resolve a nigga's assYeah, talk to 'em nigga[Hook][Verse 2:]I gets high and abusiveGot a brand-new hammer and I'm dyin' to use itWe kill a nigga softly, get a nigga off meSlap his tray on the floor and spill a nigga coffeeI got faith in this man, but will he ever cross meWill he ever get up to gone and try to off meI ain't waiting on this nigga to do meI'm a do him like Nino did to G-Money in the movieOne in his head on the roofThe god blow back and kick bread on the stoopInfrared on your shootLittle small dots be resemblin' the circusDissembling your surfaceI don't know which emblem to purchaseI'm a household name, a good friend of the Burton'sAnd all my lil' niggaz is deicesStrap 'em up with C-4s and send 'em in the precinct[Hook][Verse 3:]Niggaz saying Harlem ain't hot, don't get poppedNigga our gun talkCop drops from cocaine rocksGun spark, Glock *****ed, brought it from BangkokTurn your man into a Hulkamania tanktop (Damn)I'm a fan on the low, I like dudesFloss chain bigger like 60 ice cubesI can't predict my futureBut before I go back to the pen my *****'ll shoot yaI don't mean to confuse yaYou got a good song, that don't mean you're the future (nope)You got a good song, think you the bombDogs out to fuse yaPost up with the ball, back down and use yaPost up with the.4, clap clowns, abuse 'emGat sounds amusing, smackdown, remove 'emNigga we'll lose ya (yeah)Keep ya fresh, put your body with the brew in the coolerHolla back, yes[Hook]Yeah, tried to warn you niggaz manNow y'all gotta learn the hard way***** it, 'bout to just take this shit all offY'all can't stop me niggaYour Boss Don BiggaveliYou niggaz fall backGang Greene, Byrdgang *****Let's get this moneyThe game is all mines manAll mine
