Evil Streets (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Method Man & Esther Phillips]
Spark that sh*t up
And let's fly
"I'm not saying that the struggle is over"
"I'm not saying that the struggle is over"
Oh, my people, heyyy
"I'm not saying that the struggle is over"
Heyyy, ahhh
"I'm not saying that the struggle is over"
Hooo, eiii
"I'm not saying that the struggle is over"
Heyyy

[Verse 1: Sticky Fingaz & Panama P.I.]
I'm a hoodlum, my di*k and a gun is what I'm holding
Sporting mad Polo, but only if it's 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 Russell I only had a jail record
And 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 in a car jack
I got street smarts and I use intuition
I can spot an undercover with my X-ray vision
And if anybody trying to test me out there
They gonna make me kill 'em and throw away my career
I'm my mothers first born, her last bad seed
And that is life…
[Verse 2: Sonsee]
It's all about the next caper, n*ggas cleaning
Props and acres for the sake, ah, snatching the green paper
Me and my crew roll in the zone of the twilight
The news highlight when the next sh*t don't go right
It's so tight, it's blazing, a n*gga squeezed haze in
Got 'em geezing for a runner
Then the plot thickens on point like Rod Strickland
Clocks ticking, makes the hardest n*ggas clocks stop ticking
Hitting, they stashing murk, move like an expert
Cover ya tracks and conceal that dirty sh*t

[Chorus: Panama P.I.]
This is for the gunslingers, noise bringers
This is for the crack slingers, bell ringers
This is for the bootleggers and everyday triggers
And all my hood hustlers who know where we heading
This is for the gunslingers, noise bringers
This is for the crack slingers, bell ringers
This is for the bootleggers and everyday triggers
And all my hood hustlers who know where we heading

[Verse 3: Fredro Starr]
It's all about the $50,000 cars, dice games and ice chains
We out of the average n*ggas price range
Rings and Remy mixed with Henny
Chicks with Fendi sucking di*k in the Infinity
This n*gga had mad deco, the n*gga patrol
The n*gga like a "Pow!", all you heard was the gun echo
On a dead night I get my head right
Running red lights, no headlights
Pumping Buddah in a black Benz
Pulling out Mac 10's, hold off, we had rag reems
Yo, yo-yo
It's just the smell of f*cking cigarettes, broke n*ggas with assed out
Took two puffs, show they passed out
Woke him up with 21 shots of penicillin
Amped him up, I guess he thought it was ampicillin
Yo, chill, kid! Lamp, kid! Chill, kid, you livin'
Aye, yo, JB, hit me one time
[Verse 4: Method Man]
It's the Blaze that be Johnny, not many shots can do that ass raunchy
Lyric to the music, we rolling
Watch out for the n*ggas that be holding, raunchy
f*cking up your colon, of course, it's Tical
Verbal assault, we can walk
These dogs through all five 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 n*ggas don't listen, I'll be the one
Got no time for that wiz b*tchin', I'm about to blow
In five 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 it's real
I swear by the hairs on my Chin Chiggy Chin
To the day I die I represent the Grimy n*ggas
The ones who can't afford Tommy Hillfigger
The down and dirty Johnny fill n*ggas, yeah
[Chorus: Panama P.I.]
This is for the gunslingers, noise bringers
This is for the crack slingers, bell ringers
This is for the bootleggers and everyday triggers
And all my hood hustlers who know where we heading
This is for the gunslingers, noise bringers
This is for the crack slingers, bell ringers
This is for the bootleggers and everyday triggers
And all my hood hustlers who know where we heading