Forgot About the Streets
Godfather of Harlem, Melvoni, Badda TD, Brillo
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I done seen a real rich hitta turn informant
Then I seen a killa take the nigga off the Forbes list
Bro keep 23s behind his back just like he Jordan
I work when niggas snorin'
I'm bound to see the morning
They forgot about the streets
They forgot about the streets
They forgot about the streets
They forgot about the streets
Lotta dirty money on these Harlem blocks
I'm the man here, got Harlem locked
You can smell the coke in my aura
Spit shine shoes, latest fedora
Got the purist out, not a step on the brick
Gangsta salute when I step on the strip
Found a good connect, I'm in it to get rich
It's medicine they need, without it they get sick
Stuffin' wax bags, I'm God to the junkies
Slanted eye lookin' at you, face all grumpy
Any violation, we ain't showin' no pity
Driver with the Tommy gun get me through the city
Pay around 20 a bird and make 50
If you tryna purchase, come get with me
Headed to Detroit too, I'ma need any
If the price right, I'ma need about 10
I done seen a real rich hitta turn informant
Then I seen a killa take the nigga off the Forbes list
Bro keep 23s behind his back just like he Jordan
I work when niggas snorin'
I'm bound to see the morning
They forgot about the streets
They forgot about the streets
They forgot about the streets (Mr. Forgot)
They forgot about the streets (Young Malvo army)
Them hot shells will make your life cold
No survival if you weak, it'll make your mind fold
You take a risk every time your eyes close
So we up all night, posted on the block with hobos
Whip the pot, make me sweat, plus it hurt my elbows
Get the guap how you want it, keep it strapped like velcro
As a youngin' I was posted, I ain't have no console
I was young, I ain't listen, they ain't have no contro- (No)
I went dumb again, trappin' 'til the sun again
Money started comin' in, put Forgis on the Cullinan
Million dollar works, money poppin' out the rubber band
Never goin' back to them trenches, me and my niggas from 'em
City where niggas run up and put you under for a come up
Niggas is grimy, word to my mother
In the jungle where them tigers and lions give you some trouble
Better rumble 'fore them bullets start flyin' and hit your muzzle
I done seen a real rich hitta turn informant
Then I seen a killa take the nigga off the Forbes list
Bro keep 23s behind his back just like he Jordan
I work when niggas snorin'
I'm bound to see the morning
I got too much bitches on my phone
My mommy say that I'm whorin'
Too much niggas hit my phone
When I was broke, they was ballin'
Fell in love with a cellphone
Been trappin' from morning
Gon' finish what we started
While bitches keep on callin'
But I know we all in
I been had killers, I was broke so they was starvin'
Now I got Ms, so none of them niggas missin' a target
Put it in park quick
And let's see if they want start shit
Oh what's all this fuckin' talkin'?
Niggas better stop it
They forgot about the streets
They forgot about the streets
They forgot about the streets
Brillo, Brillo, Brillo
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