Busta Rhymes feat. MF Doom & BJ the Chicago Kid In The Streets song lyrics

You can't join 'em? Beat 'em

Villain teach you where to score some old concrete crumbs

Word is Gold Bond feets powder, corned thumbs

‘specially in the summer bless the drummer, warned ‘em

Tight your cleats, or else its right to the white meat

Some I bite to eat, others write the light bright heat

Despite threat regardless of the aspect, the shack, the burning holes through his black neck, fact check

No flicks, and he scam, thought alot with the quicks

Like the mini camcorder box, it's a brick lick, Classic

As we stalk the great outdoors

Only use the magic nowadays to talk them out they drawers, but um

Before he go there let me take it where it started from

Smart kid sold some snake spit to a 'tarded bum

Not without carding em', Mr. Guardin'-em

Find me in the mid-90s Midnight Mauraden-em

Hard, they wanted no part of him

More rhymes and ways to get paid, and there's a lot of them

Great minds see alike take a sneak peek

Peek one foot out and still leave deep

No frontin' if you ain't go huntin' or southern, you definitely ain't gon ‘run em

In the streets is where you witness the worship happen in public

Where babies grow and turn into killers and and how they become it

They evolve as a result of not having food in the cupboard

Knowing that the shit they be doing is foul and grow to love it

Where the shit is never staged, every presentation is live

Some'll bang and turn crip and probably start whipping a five

But every now and then you find the mind of a child that has triumphed

Unique characteristics and deals with a higher science

Aspiring to take over the world and really does it

All one-hundred ninety-six million nine-hundred forty thousand square miles of it

Damn it's strange how shit change

But when you look again, ironically some shit is still the same

But in these streets you'll probably find a nigga regularly dreaming

Paying attention to everything, regularly scheming

Trying to calculate the next hustle without attracting heat

There be so many different things that be going down (In the streets)

Where bodies get clapped floating in oceans (In the streets)

It's where the suffering can callous your emotion (In the streets)

But parents pray for their children, constantly hoping that their babies don't end up killed (in jail) or smoking (In the streets)

It's where you learn to make things out of nothing (In the streets)

Where people smoke crack instead of taking a Buffrin (knee deep in the streets)

Despite the Santa that (?) is common (In the streets)

With what we lived, the most other people is falling (In the streets)

To be from the streets it's a blessing, it's a blessing

It teach the most unforgettable lesson, yeah lesson

So a nigga from the street, don't test him, don't test him

Where most niggas probably get killed

Even babies busy fighting over breast milk

(?)it keep and helps to get your soul right

Hope them wolves don't get ya standing in the street light

And if them wolves catch you night night

When your boxers in the dirt and eating Popeye's

And don't forget my hot sauce

Get your mind watching loot and get your life lost

It's like a jungle 24/7 365.44

I/eye score gorilla war tour, yeah sure sure

When push comes to shove

This world done beef

But it's still done love

On more than likely a level of hate that you can't imagine

Where desperate acts occur cause of hunger beyond famine

Where instead of friends your ratchet becomes your closest companion

And when its beef your leave bodies with holes the size on canyons

On her strength she wasn't lent 3 cent

Got her own connect for free rent off the cement

Now what if that was your moms?

Short arm, quart of water to bottles of Don

Bought the farm

Yo the streets consist abundantly of happiness and sorrow

It's also where you lurk to secure your food for tomorrow

Where we take the shit ‘cause we ain't paying it back if we borrow

Become the one that shine so the rest of the hood can follow

STREET

To be from the streets it's a blessing, it's a blessing

It teach the most unforgettable lesson, yeah lesson

So a nigga from the street, don't test him, don't test him

Where most niggas probably get killed

Even babies busy fighting over breast milk

(?)it keep and helps to get your soul right

Hope them wolves get you standing in the street light

And if them wolves catch you night night

When your boxers in the dirt and eating Popeye's

And don't forget my hot sauce

Get your mind watching loot and get your life lost