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j.j. the rapper - these streets lyrics

(intro)
f-ck…
hold up bro i gotta rub my eye real quick..

(bridge)
these streets ain’t safe
these streets ain’t safe
better learn the way, before the day
you end up laid, bleeding out all in the alley way
with a couple motherf-ckers who wanna talk sh-t, and wanna start sh-t, but d-mn motherf-cker, why you wanna talk sh-t and wanna start sh-t?
i’ll end your -ss today!

(chorus x2)
these streets ain’t safe
better learn the way, before the day
you end up laid, bleeding out all in the alley way
with a couple motherf-ckers who wanna talk sh-t, and wanna start sh-t, but d-mn motherf-cker, why you wanna talk sh-t and wanna start sh-t?
i’ll end your -ss today!

(j.j. the rapper)
it was… 2 in the morning
open the cap all the pills came out pouring
all over the sofa, the bed, and the floor, but my n-gga, i’m planning on snorting
a couple of lines, just to feel fine, and get some sh-t off of my mind
i fell off my grind and ended up back where i was when i built up the time to…
overdose on potion, motion never seemed to keep up
all them nights i wasn’t sleeping all my demons creep’d up
talking bout they gon’ take me to them gates
if i don’t make it to the day
where i gotta go blast to get cash, and make another motherf-cker beg to bleed fast, but nah…
i don’t wanna f-ck with that drama
i don’t wanna pick up the llama and spray on ya momma, daughter, father, little brother too, but i do it for the commas
do it for the check
do it for the set
do it for the n-ggas that be holding the set
no regret for k!lling these n-ggas
i ain’t ever had a feel for these n-ggas, so don’t forget, no…

(bridge)

(chorus x2)

(jone-z)
the streets are not safe and the beef is not fake
a lesson to you, is to stay far away
squaded to death and i’m chopping ya neck
i’m stomping you out and i’m copping your check
another example, a gangster remind you, what i’ma bring out for the best
i’m gunning for nothing, you running from something, i’m creeping up slow with the tech
clapping a ratchet, i’m back with the p-ssion, i’m taking out all of you acting or trapping
no action, what’s happening?
you slacking on rapping
i’m popping the shots and you can’t even fathom the sh-t that i do for a bank roll
while you another n-ggas sit and just lay low
talking sh-t on a n-gga, get your face blown
looking like a cherry pie, a couple days old
i keep it a hunnid, i’m serious, n-ggas delirious, look like a b-tch on her period, hideous
so hideous, feeling the dizziness, i’m starting to trip, call me phineas
phineas and ferb, talking a little sh-t and i’ma put you in the dirt
motherf-cker i’m a curse and you f-cking with the worst, real sh-t
i’m bringing the coroner back

(bridge)

(chorus x2)

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