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TG Millian, Herc300, Active, Blanco – Streets Are Hot
Lyrics Streets Are Hot – TG Millian, Herc300, Active, Blanco
Spartan
Really believed that he’s that tough
I can’t be no judge
For them, I spill blood
Convicted tug
These streets are hot
Spartan
These neeks are washed
Man run every time that they see my soul
How can I call man opp
These streets are hot
These neeks are washed
Man run every time that they see my soul
How can I call man opp
Con-convicted tug, judge, I can’t be no judge
Who got poked
That’s none of my business, who got shot
These streets are hot
These neeks are washed
Man run every time that they see my soul
How can I call man opp
Con-convicted tug, judge, I can’t be no judge
Who got poked
That’s none of my business, who got shot
Let me tell you ’bout the meanin’
Life on the line for the ones that I love
I still get searched for my dargs dem above
I miss them, for them, I spill blood
He lied to himself so much
He really believed that he’s that tough
Now I gotta be the man to remind him
In this ting, he’s just a pup
Bare-bare new yutes involved in the war
I-I don’t even know who I gotta look for
Street n**ga, don’t abide by law
Why’d you think we’re locked behind doors
Tryna put paigons in morgues
Down-down-down for the cause for sure
Started off beefin’ two blocks
Circlin’ both and clapped out town got him mad
Got in some beef with some old-school fans
Tryna-tryna bump into them old-school man
And it started with us, not an old-school gang
Kick-kickin’ down, bro-bro, it’s a flashback
It’s day and night
Got it, spot ’em, got ’em, nearly turned him to a hashtag
And I’m deep in the ends like Lalor Street
On the curb, on the s**t concrete
Box gone on the strip, five days, not a week
And I hit my sales, KP’s backstreet
Got-gotta had a whoosh and a block in case
So they come like Vikings, evade our space
Do it like the English and chase ’em away
Free Star and L Boy, there some known nutcase
These streets are hot
These neeks are washed
Man run every time that they see my soul
How can I call man opp
Con-convicted tug, judge, I can’t be no judge
Who got poked
That’s none of my business, who got shot
Convicted, yeah, they stay by the Vauxhall bridges
Bro did a drill and he cut his nails, them man just fake acrylics
Vanish, opps see action, take that stain right out, it’s not a smidget
Dizziness won’t stop my bro from throwin’ up and spinnin’
Hand-hand signs, they ain’t hearin’ a thing
Voices keep me sane, I’ve seen ‘nough pain, I ain’t seen a shrink
Washin’ all these accolades, free Ski and I’m seein’ em sink
You’ll-you’ll miss by seein’ it blink
Sign my life away in contract, but you won’t see it in ink
Really hot in the field, any opp show teet’ like grills
Six years in the can, all now they can’t give man appeal
Body flesh got cooked in the beef
Neeky to take that L
Run-run, don’t think when you see me
Dummy as, dummy as hell
Tellin’ a tale
Ringin’ a bit, done-done in a bell
Grip and dig it, the blood and the smell
Trip in the mission, deny and defell
Stay clutch and he like to Dutch
Call up phone ringin’ like retail
A creed where no one tells for a time in the jail
These streets are hot
These neeks are washed
Man run every time that they see my soul
How can I call man opp
Con-convicted tug, judge, I can’t be no judge
Who got poked
That’s none of my business, who got shot
These streets are hot
These neeks are washed
Man run every time that they see my soul
How can I call man opp
Con-convicted tug, judge, I can’t be no judge
Who got poked
That’s none of my business, who got shot…
Written by TG Millian, Blanco, Active (Harlem Spartans) & Herc300
Produced by Prodbycb
TG Millian | Herc300 | Active | Blanco | 2022
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