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Artist :Angie Martinez
Album :Up Close & Personal
Title :

Live From The Streets


ft. Beanie SigelBrettKool G. RapThe LOX

[unknown singer]
Ohhhhh.. senorita.. when the evening sun go down
I come to.. serenade you.. from another partof town
[car tires peeling out]

[Angie Martinez]
Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets
From Y.O. to Philly and Harlem to Q.B.
When it drops it's game overyou'll see
IntroducingJadakiss and Styles Pwhere you at?

[The L.O.X.]
Yoyoyoyoyo
You know we still in the hood dogin front of the store
With the work across the street and the gun in the stall
Soon as somethin happen niggaz wanna run to the law
You know the code of the streetsnever run to the law
That's why I can't even run 'less I run with a four
or I walk with a threecome and talk to 'em P
You can catch me down bottom with a bird and a glock
On the block makin money where they murder a lot
Or you can catch me up top shootin dice for a yard
I'm talkin six digitsniggaz bet the house or the car
You can catch me hittin the spliffsick in the pit
On the fiend like I'm missin my shitthey think I'm crazy
Catch me hittin your lady in my Mercedes
Bird on your babyfuck you I'm keepin it gravy
L.O.X. hold the hammers
like we waitin for screws
With Angie Mar' BLOWIN MOTHERFUCKERS OUT OF THEY SHOESWHAT?

[Angie Martinez]
Comin live from the streets where some died tryin to eat
From Y.O. to Phillyfrom Harlem to Q.B.
And when it dropsgame overyou'll see
IntroducinBeanie Sigeltell me how you livin?

[Beanie Sigel]
AiyyoI've been kickin murder - since Adidas with thick strings
T.I. sweatsuitsPumas with thick chains
Four finger ringsblack belts with brass names
I was spittin flames since niggaz was pitchin change
I'm a hard knock kiddoalways played the middle
Threw flacks in the crack gamegetchu if I can getchu
Since a buckplayed the highwaydodgin the troop boys
Jumpin in and out of Coupeswavin for Duke boys
Always chased a pennycopped quarter waters
Tried to make a dollar chased my pop's boss daughters
Tryin to make my nameglobalin all four corners
Philly ballergamin in all four quarters
Never workednever will - all my hoes buy my clothes
I can't go brokenever will - all my bros buy my O's
I'm the best thing that linked up with New York since Sprewell
I murdernuttin further - fill in the details

[Brett]
I'm hereit's overfuck how y'all feel
When I dropy'all gon' realize it's all real
Bein left for deadtied upsmoke 'til I was dried up
So high upseem like the sky duckedhigh what?
Life was roughbut now it's nothin to hide
Used to click and be quick to put this gun to yo' side
Be like"That chain nice - I like that pal.
Matter fact {*click click*} I'd like that now."
You've got game? Call the namejust spell the name right
Brettone of the best rappers ever to touch a mic
It's prophecized I'd writespit scriptures mind blowin
'til my coffin top close and heaven skies open
Fear no man's my sloganI hope y'all believe
I'm just like youfear nuttin human that bleeds
My mind breed two moviessix ab-lumsa hundred poems
Thirty R&B jointsI'm beyond the normy'all just mad
I'm just gladgot my time to shine
Y'all the type to hit three hundred bars and run out of rhymes

[Angie Martinez]
Brettfrom my ByStorm familywith Angie
Come live from the streetsfrom Harlem to Q.B.
And when it dropsgame overyou'll see
Introducinfinallythe legendary Kool G.

[Kool G. Rap]
It's B.G.S. kid so what you facin? Caps racin
Decapitation twenty buck-fifties and lacerations
Guerilla fam' camouflaged out in the grass waitin
to blass your nation slash like Jason and bash your face in
We ass lacin top bodies and half in the basement
Our stylecast you so bad you'll need plastic replacement
When gats is raised infascination blastin and blazin
Evacuation for your whole staff there's gas in the tank and
Gets back abrasions from cap grazindefy gravitation
Pull my shit back squeeze bust it like masturbation
Hold forthold the blow torchleave your soul scorched
with no remorsethe state of New Yorkget your shit caught
When niggaz hawklet the fifth talk
So tell me who's the next man to flip?
I stop the beef shitwith rubber handled grips
Your candle get litguerilla shit feed us banana clips
The hammers hitanything in our range we dismantle it

[Angie Martinez]
Like to say thanks to my street correspondentsfor gettin on this
Comin live and direct with no nonsense
Sorry folks for hurtin y'allthe previous has been brought to you
by "Up Close and Personal"

 


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