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tony capone - in the streets lyrics

[intro: sleep lyrical]
yeah! sleep!
don’t get your motherf+ckin’ t++th kicked down your throat
don’t get your motherf+ckin’ t++th kicked down your throat
don’t get your motherf+ckin’ t++th kicked down your++

[verse 1: sleep lyrical]
don’t get your motherf+ckin’ t++th kicked down your throat
they hate the fact that on the east i’m crowned the goat
see, when it comes to endin’ beef i’ve gotta gloat
’cause i be waitin’ at your crib with lots of poles
ain’t tryna talk, i got a draco with a new russian mag and it spittin’ fire out it
and if you p+ssies gon’ stand on business then go and cry about it
sleep been rizzy, been gettin’ busy, no need to lie about it
been murkin’ sh+t to a perfect ten and they down to fly about it
i’m on that, alarm crack and then your ball cap get tossed back, leave brain mattеr all on your doorstep
the gore+tex stompin’ you out until your jaw snap
you frauds act like y’all rеally k!llers until it’s contact
i really hate these p+ssy+ass n+ggas that’s gettin’ idolized
why the f+ck the rappin’ like they gon’ really jump out of line?
the bottom line is satan didn’t make me sign on the dotted line
when i jump off the porch i start hitting n+ggas with iron nines

[chorus: sleep lyrical]
how the f+ck you say you a k!ller but you ain’t on that?
my b+tches down to slide so be quiet or get your jaw sn+tched
you’re bringing ball bats, got a tall gat with a long ass
don’t make a false move or this tool is leavin’ your heart sn+tched
and we gon’ slide until the sun come up
spinnin’ blocks, swingin’ iron ’til the drum hung up
you keep on speakin’ on my name and i’ma f+ck you up
’cause in the streets we gettin’ busy, you can’t f+ck with us (ahh!)
[verse 2: tony slippaz]
sittin’ in the bushes watchin’ you unlock the door
second it open up, please make sure you on the floor
now you screamin’ like a b+tch, don’t hit me no more
once you speak of beef, i’m comin’ for war
beat your face in for talkin’ all that nonsense
got your bl++dy carcass bein’ dragged across the carpet
beat you unconscious, it beats your bad conscience
get your ass whooped worse than jake paul vs. a boxer
i’m out of your league, you a jerk before a mobster
you a female dog, b+tch, i’m a monster
i’m the real deal, you just an imposter
k!ll you on sat+rday, sunday cook a pasta
have your body parts weighed down by the lobsters
no one ever see you again, you a goner
no one even cares that you gone (no!)
no one even cares that you gone

[chorus: sleep lyrical]
how the f+ck you say you a k!ller but you ain’t on that?
my b+tches down to slide so be quiet or get your jaw sn+tched
you’re bringing ball bats, got a tall gat with a long ass
don’t make a false move or this tool is leavin’ your heart sn+tched
and we gon’ slide until the sun come up
spinnin’ blocks, swingin’ iron ’til the drum hung up
you keep on speakin’ on my name and i’ma f+ck you up
’cause in the streets we gettin’ busy, you can’t f+ck with us (ahh!)
[verse 3: zac tÿrr]
one check, two check, three check, four
what the f+ck you gonna do when we bustin’ right through the door?
ball bats in hand, not one, b+tch, i’m talkin’ plural
i’m negan in this b+tch, got me laughin’ and givin’ whirls
leave you lookin’ like you bleedin’, eye hangin’ up out the socket
bash your grown man’s head just to turn him into a pop+it
could agree to disgree, but no you just couldn’t drop it
now you lookin’ like a fish out of water, just f+ckin’ floppin’
if it’s beef that you want, we can get it in the streets, b+tch
curbs i’m skatin’, delivered, i’m in my cleats, b+tch
tied up, beggin’ for mama and actin’ squeamish
wu+tang already taught me about the cream, b+tch
whether it’s my money or music, i’m never playin’
don’t approach me on no sh+t, better watch what the f+ck you sayin’ ain’t it obvious, i stand on my business, no hesitation
i’m respected where i’m at, it don’t matter the destination

- tony capone lyrics

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