Evil Streets (remix) lyrics

Artist  : Onyx 
Song : Evil Streets (remix)



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featuring Method Man

Intro: Method
Man

Spark that shit up
and lets
fly
Oh my people
Heyyy Ohhhh
Ahhhh
Hooooo
Eiiii Heyyy

Verse One: Sticky
Fingaz

I'm a hoodlum
A dick in the dirt
is what i'm holding
Sporting mad Polo but only
if its stolen
I got no morals my mind is in
the gutter
KId I'll open up your face with my
orange box cutter
Soak you when you least
expect it
Before I met Russel I only had a
jail record
Plus nothing ever hurt me when I
was at home
These Evil Streets got a mind of
their own
My Pops left me for dead with just
the clothes on my back
I grew up selling
crack
And learning to drive a car jack
I
got street smarts and I use intuition
I can
spot an undercover with my x-ray vision
And if
anybody test me out there
They gonna make me
kill them and throw away my carear
I'm my
Mothers first born, Her last bad
seed

Verse Two: Fredro Star a.k.a.
Never

Its all about the next caper
The
cocaine, props and acres
For the sake
ah
Snatchin the green paper
Me and my crew
roll in the zone of the twilight
The news
highlight
When the next shit don't go
right
Its so tight its blazing
A nigga
squeezed hayz in
got 'em geezing for a
runner
Then the plot thickens
On point like
Rod Strickland
Clocks ticking
Makes the
hardest niggas clicks stop ticking
Hitting
they stash
And murdering like and
expert
Cover ya tracks
And conceal that
dirty shit

Chorus: Method Man

This
is for the gun slingers
noise bringers
this
is for the crack slingers
bell ringers
this
is for the bootleggers
and everyday
beggers
And all my hood hustlers who know
where we headin'

repeat 2X

Verse
Three: Sonsee

Its all about the $50,000
cars
Dice games and ice chains
We out of
the average niggas price range
Rings and Remy
mixed with Henny
Chicks with Fendi sucking
disk in the Infinity
This nigga had mad
deco
Fucking petro the nickel metro
Blow
All you heard was the gun echo
On a
dead nbight I get my head right
Running red
lights no headlights
Pumping Buddah in a black
Benz
Pulling out Mac 10's
Its just the smell
of fucking cigarettes
Broke niggas with assed
out
Took 2 puffs and passed out
Woke him up
with 21 shots of penicillin
amped him up
I
guess thought it was hempacillin
Yo chill kid
lamp kid, chill kid you livin'
Aye yo JB hit
me one time

Verse Four: Method
Man

Its the Blaze that be Johnny
Not
many shots can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to
the muzak we rolling
Watch out for the niggas
that be holding
Raunchy fucking up your
colon
Of course its Tical
Verbal
assault
We can walk these dogs through all 5
boroughs of New York
Some talk
While other
individuals walk
In my square tryin' to hide
thoughts
Spreading lies in my ears
Got me
questioning my peers
That be show and prove
they don't belong here
I be the Chef in Hells
Kitchen
Pop in the clip and hit the DJ if the
records skipping
My competition gotta keep me
at arms distance
I know myself onion head
niggas don't listen
I shoot the what
Got no
time for that wiz bitchin'
I'm about to blow in
5 seconds
The clocks ticking consider this
another mission
impossible as he gets
hostile
Uncut blowing up your nostril
We
There
Come on take another if you dare
The
reason why its so raw cause its real
I swear
by the hairs on my Chin Chiggy Chin
To the day
I die I represent the Grimy niggas
The ones who
can't afford Tommy Hillfigger
The down and
dirty Johnny fill
Niggas

Yeah

Chorus 2X