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dj self - the streets lyrics

dj self ft. j.r., the last emperor, and d.o.e. – “the streets”
[emcee(s): j.r., the last emperor, and d.o.e.]
[producer(s): [?]]

[verse 1: j.r.]
yo, i’m that n-gg- with a bowl of cheerios, spit ebola
through your stereos. n-gg-, f-ck what you thought
f-ck who you are. hit you with a couple of bars
the m-ffling squad. ain’t no n-gg- f-cking with the god
and i’m hot when i’m sober. when drunk, i’m the best
and i got enough rims to have a dunk contest
j. how you figure that i’m not the n-gg-? you got
stones? i got mountains—my rocks are bigger
j.r., n-gg-. don’t get it confused. i’m not
humble, so don’t make me spit at you dudes, and don’t
get it twisted ‘cause the kid flashes, still
spit acid, turn you n-gg-s into ashes
there’s six million ways to die. i got six million
flows that i switch every day to try. that’s why
n-gg- ain’t f-cking around, tucking the pound
n-gg-s jump up and i’m bucking ‘em down
‘cause i spit like a man possessed. check this sh-t
i’ll make heads spin like the exorcist
now who want to test the kid? you ain’t heard?
i’m the answer, so f-ck what the question is. son, it’s
j. rizzle. i’ll spit nothing but straight sizzle
i’ll shoot blocks ‘cause i hate to dribble
far from a basic mental. mental chase the pencil
pencil chase the paper. you know who this is
j.r

[verse 2: the last emperor]
uh, uh, call me
the g.p., the opening act
either put your drink down or start throwing it back
and, in fact, it ain’t no makeup on this rap actor
no maybelline, no mac, no max factor
the world spins fast and i adapt faster
i’ll speak for the gat-clappers and backpackers
when beef is deep, i’ll sleep with my weapons near
believe me, chief. don’t weep when my death is near
survive an industry full of weed, s-x, and beer
and still get the most votes this election year
my second year in the cutting room. with all
due respect, the last emp. who the f-ck is you?

[verse 3: d.o.e.]
yo, yo, y’all n-gg-s
made me spill blood on a new cashmere
f-cked-up b-tch, i should have k!lled you last year
but now i’m richer, hon, a rap guy fisher
and when the feds around, i tell n-gg-s, “whisper”
and watch out for me. they got it out for me
shootouts at my house while i was on the balcony
kingdom come, here i come in a pair of
air force ones, blazing a gun at anyone
and pull hammers on n-gg-s with bandanas on
and when he gone, same n-gg- you pouring henny on
f-ck. i don’t even got to pick chrome up
to get you touched. all i do is pick the phone up
they say milk does a body good. the other
day, dawg, a n-gg- got bodied in my hood. and to
the father, the son, holy ghost, amen
i’m writing from my heart, so it’s bleeding through the pen
if you interfering in racketeering, then my
shots is tearing through that bullsh-t vest you wearing
for violent wars, i bring nines with the silencers
and leave n-gg-s extinct like dinosaurs
bring heat like tnt on tuesdays and thursdays
try him on the second, get murdered on the third day
you won’t get to see your anniversary. slugs h-t him
purposely, gangster in the streets nurture me
you’ll be smart not to start. when i spark, i don’t stop
and i’ll blow your chest out just so i can see your heart
i got a nine and a glock for you, and the reverend got a
church and a pine box for you, motherf-cker
all y’all n-gg-s got the same flow and get cracked over
the head with a champagne bottle like lil’ mo. it’s
d.o.e., and the hood know me
and my dope is intense—y’all n-gg-s o.d. what?

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