A dedication to the block (Gangsta)
Jones, what up, nigga?
BSF (Gangsta)
These are the real Sopranos
DJ Drama

I fell in love with the streets
Mike Amiri jeans, Timberland cleats
Forty with the stick, ain't worried 'bout beef
I fell in love with the streets
Once it's war, ain't no truce or no peace
Ain't got no kids, find his nephew and niece
I fell in love with the streets
Where real niggas don't forget 'bout they peeps
Whether they been or they resting in peace
I fell in love with the streets
Crips, the Bloods, G's, the Kings
From the North, South, West, to the East
I fell in love with the streets

I'm a rare breed
Not the type that you hand feed
Shots from the forty cal' will make 'em stampede
My hand squeeze (Brrt)
First thing you see is head bleed (Damn)
Gotta clear the scene, that boy gon' need a med team
The lead sting, in real life, this ain't no damn dream
The Black Sopranos, it's the mob, we do the damn thing
Big glizzy forty-five make my pants lean
In a seven-forty-five selling burnt clean
I've been on the stoop in Timberland boots
Front line with my rifle like a militant troop
They tell me chill, but fuck that, I'm ready to shoot
I was young Biggie Smalls, made 'em give me the loot
Cousin Crippin', uncle Blood
and the G's show me love (Know that)
Know a couple Latin Kings that'll fill you with some slugs
We was young, pushing drugs, get locked, take mugs
I come from a different cloth
nothing like them fake thugs, nigga

I fell in love with the streets
Mike Amiri jeans, Timberland cleats
Forty with the stick, ain't worried 'bout beef
I fell in love with the streets
Once it's war, ain't no truce or no peace
Ain't got no kids, find his nephew and niece
I fell in love with the streets
Where real niggas don't forget 'bout they peeps
Whether they been or they resting in peace
I fell in love with the streets
Crips, the Bloods, G's, the Kings
From the North, South, West, to the East
I fell in love with the streets
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I used to love when them niggas shot dice and sipped liquor
Probably hit my mom, so I hit his little sister
Left me with my granny, had me listening to The Whispers
Crills on my cheek where my aunty used to kiss us
Now I'm getting older, nigga, it's pistols in my stroller
Mama kitchen tooken over by my uncle coke and soda
This Eazy-E, N. W. A. before the Hova
Dookie ropes, Caddies and Saabs before the Rovers (Skrrt)
Fast forward to 2000s, my niggas' wilding
Sixteen, cases was violent, we stayed silent (Uh-uh)
Luminas and six-thousands if there's a problem (Yeah)
Young nigga leading the war, I'm Colin Powell, uh
It's Jonesy, the call me grown now (I'm grown)
I beat three indictments, don't use the phone now
I left the trap for the rap, I grab the mic
not the crap (Uh-huh)
When I'm on stage, that shit feel like it's my home now

I fell in love with the streets
Mike Amiri jeans, Timberland cleats
Forty with the stick, ain't worried 'bout beef
I fell in love with the streets
Once it's war, ain't no truce or no peace
Ain't got no kids, find his nephew and niece
I fell in love with the streets
Where real niggas don't forget 'bout they peeps
Whether they been or they resting in peace
I fell in love with the streets
Crips, the Bloods, G's, the Kings
From the North, South, West, to the East
I fell in love with the streets

Shout to Montana Ave
Newburgh 1300
Shout to Rockland County
Down the way
Uptown
Fruit Belt