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These Streets

Smif‐n‐Wessun
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🇬🇧 English · Original

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Let me tell you where me a come from Let me tell you which part me a hold from Brooklyn, Flatbush, Utica, Church Avenue, Snyder 90S, 50s, 40s, go first Like gas pan Tivoli Gardens, Jungle, Waterford, Portmore Marcus Garvey Boulevard, yo We never run, we just do or we die in these streets, yeah We never run, we just do or we die in these streets, yeah Big up to all of my real shottas Always step on the grind Also from Come on now, well I Kingston to Brixton to Brooklyn, we all one Yeah, come on I came on the scene with seven of us Grimy ass niggas that I call my brothers Do or die, that's my motto, yo Conditioned by the best, I was trained to go Coke pies for the cheap in the Reagan era Suede Bally sneakers, butter soft leathers Young niggas with no value to us Shootouts in the projects, you don't want no problems with us Big up every block in Brooklyn Salute to the five boroughs Roll up a Marley, good lookin', we took it to other levels With the fact killers from Kingston Bad man from Brixton From out of government yards, the dons have arisen Them have it hard in the gardens at Tivoli Same as these projects and courtyards we livin' in This generation never givin' in We ain't exactly innocent, we sinnin' for these dividends Easy, my youth, know how y'all doin' up When you see bad boy, just know what y'all talk 'bout We pop off the Glock and slap inna your mouth Bad boy ting that we deal with, you understand? Me a talk 'bout all of my youth dem from Brixton Me a talk 'bout Me a talk 'bout Waterford man dem When we walk with the big long ting dem You just know what y'all do, my youths Gangsta, stay level We never run, we just do or we die in these streets, yeah We never run, we just do or we die in these streets, yeah Me say, bad boy no play with people When we pop the top for us Me a people a cry, me a cry, you understand? Kingston to Brixton to Brooklyn, we all one Yeah, come on It's a new year and we still here Yesterday is gone but tomorrow's near And unfinished beef, you don't want none 'Cause niggas hate forever like the love is done Fuckin' jealousy'll get a nigga killed Quicker than his fuckin' old age will Dirty little niggas, get your shine boxed What you really know about these feral domino blocks? You better pray the most high protect your soul 'Cause playin' in these streets keep heat 'cause it's cold Jimmy Cliff, the harder they come A spliff of the hardest get burned Ganja, baby, since these artists begun Ras told me eat the lips, show me your gun in the song Then he said what doesn't kill you only making you strong I ain't wanna criticize, I ain't throwin' no stones On the black star line, I burn the chalice with bones What me say fi roll up the kush dem and blaze it up And just keep a high meditation Some boy a live life and them no understand themselves Them a walk around and them top suit get pop off like buckle pon shelf Me a talk 'bout the real revolutionary man dem Marcus Garvey, big up yourself They know the ting already Hail Haile Selassie I Jah Rastafari Chill out on the one We never run, we just do or we die in these streets, yeah We never run, we just do or we die in these streets, yeah You hear me a say the man Man a soldiers inna the battle field Keep a high meditation The man the well, Selassie I Jah Kingston to Brixton to Brooklyn, we all one