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Thread: Canal Street - Track Review

  1. #1

    Default Canal Street - Track Review

    Canal Street

    Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...part II


    Ice Water Productions


    Ayo, y'all ready right?
    *professionals* Aight
    None of that fronting shit, neithers, nigga, it's broad day *immediately, nigga*
    *What the fuck nigga talking bout?*
    Word up, the store is over there,
    Nigga, let's go
    *Have I ever fronted on you nigga?
    Yo, you grab the three from him,
    You grab the heat holders*
    Yeah, we got the big jewelry in the window *you grab the watches, nigga*
    You seen that shit? You seen that other shit? *You better come out and
    Do something, nigga*
    Right, good good, that's me right there, ayo you, everybody come out
    All you gotta do is just come with the bricks, son
    I got a big brick in the muthafuckin little bag, nigga
    Take that, just smash the shit out
    Bout four-five niggaz gon' spit it
    Move! Let's go. police, come on son! They right down the block, nigga
    Y'all got that? You check the train station, one son *Good*


    All of our fathers is bank robbers, holding techs
    Eighths of heroin, shooting in the steps
    In the 60's, niggaz was poor, check the revelation
    Now we rock six fifties in the snow
    AK's, AR's, wire jaws, say ours
    Wire cell frames in the rain, Marvin Gaye on
    Goose bubbles on, stuck in the huddle, tryna transform
    Every gram action to a sandstorm
    Fly through my block you live, make a bitch stop
    Have your shit cocked, yo, niggaz might dive on you
    All we wear is Filas, Guess, suede fronts, beehives
    Bally sneakers, big jewels, Levi's


    Back to slinging every 45 minutes
    G's fleeing, fiends is in the building O.D.ing
    The drugs is in the ground, burners on the side of our legs
    It's gonna happen so you know we low keying
    Yeah, can't sell in here, yup, I said it
    Yeah, can't tell in here, they won't credit niggaz
    Just a lifestyle, the holders with the drugs is dreaded
    Just a typical day to get wiped out


    Broad day jungle, living with the rodents
    The goons'll run through, blow a bag and hunt you
    Always flaky, calluses hands my mans
    Come through the avenue, Swiss cheese patrants
    Blood that flood the hall, every head'll drop
    Jump in the Maybach, switch the station
    These rap niggaz is wash, hang 'em on the pole, no head
    Pyjama top, handcuff with a gosha
    We realer than the Spanglers Rep Posse squad that's dangerous
    Take it back to the Lee's and Wranglers
    Take what we want, explain this
    Famous for my kitchen knives, reigns and the fifths are stainless
    Gun down your trooper, grenade your coupe up
    Plain and simple niggaz is poo-putt
    Fuck with my crew, what? Either you shot or you cut
    Real nigga to real nigga, man, you know how we get down, man
    Last edited by beautifulcock; 02-14-2010 at 06:35 AM.

  2. #2


    Another underrated classic

  3. #3


    big up ice water on this one,real good shit there

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