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  • 4 Star Banger

    3 60.00%
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Thread: Mean Streets - Track Review

  1. #1

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    Mean Streets

    Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...part II
    2009


    Raekwon
    Inspectah Deck
    Ghostface Killah
    Suga Bang Bang

    Mathematics



    [intro]

    *Ayo, Chef?*
    What up, my nigga?
    *Yeah, man, I gotta give you the 411, shit is straight 911, word*
    It's $2.50, nigga, back the fuck up!
    Talk to me...
    *Word, them blue ninjas is everywhere
    Word, watch ya back, Protect Ya Neck and all that shit, man
    Thirty nine motherfuckers already got scooped up
    Indicted, word, I'm bird eye viewing it right now
    Out there out the motherfuckin’ window*
    You got the strong scoopers out there?
    *Word, five book store buses out front
    All them young boys are certified, they our rentals*

    [Chorus x2]

    (Suga Bang Bang)

    For these mean streets from Cali to New York
    Who could ya trust? Niggaz they do talk
    Running from the feds and out of state troopers
    Look up ahead, you know we got sharp shooters

    (Raekwon)

    The blocks is molded, step up ya sword piece
    Moving through them housing with more ki's
    Rembrandts is fresh from Scotland, crisp hats, Kristal bottles
    Niggaz want the problems, we back
    It's time to take over the game, it's nothing
    I live on the line, from corner to castles with pawns and capsules
    Scramble and find, my money's up, I'm praying for war
    I do this all the time, all the time, all the time
    Faces of Doom, sling in the lobby
    Swinging cooked raw, if you played the field you was not leaving
    Fast pace of a CREAM chasing team
    Trying to come through the hood and lie, get left for dead naked in Queens
    Let them other niggaz wear that, we take the credit
    While we was shopping for more Nikes and off-whites
    Heroin stirrers, the crib, cracked mirrors
    Career thugs who serve only judges and jurors
    Got to make my money this year, whether it's through rhyming or criming
    I'll be on the line with my iron
    Promised them llamas'll fly fast, quick at pirahnas
    Trying to intervene, get caught dead, no head in pyjamas
    You live like a slouch from vouchers
    Nobody mad, you was a fake, dead, die with no trousers
    Cause you crossed the line like Miller's Crossing
    Off with ya dome, I walked you through the woods, we both smoked a bone

    [Chorus x2]

    (Inspectah Deck)

    Mean streets...
    Just when I thought I was out, they pulled me back in
    The streets stay flooded with crack rocks and Mac shots
    The scenery's money, guerrillas in the back drop
    The livest'll pop, the weakest get chopped where they stand
    Singing the judge's name, dropped in the stand
    Drug money kills, blood on my bills, mud on my Nikes
    Only buying with the couple that I trust with my life
    Twenty four sev' ducking the feds, infrared wtih lead
    Gamble with off track betting instead
    In my hood anybody can get it, and everybody want it
    Cutthroat executives, the corners, the office
    And the thought is to be boss of all bosses
    The cost is ya life, swimming with sharks and orcas
    So keep ya guards up, or get scarred up
    It's a Cold World, I told you with Allah Just'
    The bigger the funds, the bigger the guns that's blazing
    It's sick in the slums and niggaz are stunting for nothin'

    (Ghostface Killah)

    Ayo, my gun been in more niggaz mouths than a whore had dick
    With creamy nuts on the side of her jaw
    It's Riga Tone, nigga, sliding through airports
    Riding on niggaz like MJ, same day I rocked you, comprende?
    Yeah, I'm kinda off cuz my guns was dirty
    That last joint that hit you, kid, you made the top thirty
    Early, walk with me and strap with a vengeance
    More or less Ghostface Killah'll stretch you out like mad words in a sentence
    Smell the gas burning *yeah* feel the fire *word*
    Real talk, it's not that bullshit from The Wire
    It's them disco kids that clap iron
    Champion hoods, if ya coke don't freeze, my face is not worth frying
    We crack eightballs with pool sticks
    Bungee jump off a mountain of bricks
    Fuck you up if you slinging those nicks
    Toney Starks from the octagon, my ox is on
    Snap Matt Hughes' neck with my boxers on

    [Chorus x2]
    Last edited by beautifulcock; 02-14-2010 at 05:00 AM.

  2. #2

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    I love this joint. underrated classic
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  3. #3
    DRUNKENARTS
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    powerefull track

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