Street Bullies - Track Review

[beautifulrock]

Street Bullies

Apollo Kids
2010

Ghostface Killah
Sheek Louch
Shawn Wiggs
Sun God

Big Mizza



[Intro]

(Sheek Louch)

Gyeah! Ayo Starks, whattup?
What it do family?

[Chorus]

(Ghostface Killah)

We street bullies with talent to mash your words
Pop bottles and spend money on chicks with curves
We the youth poetic justice, the Kings and the Kennedys
Our flows is vicious, check check, check out my melodies

(Shawn Wigs)

We gifted with vocab to make the streets spaz
And I'm infatuated with money like Lizz McCrabs
Blow bags of that purple 'til I'm purple like Grimace
Burn spinach cause it keep up flows, Shawn's a menace
Even Barack watch "The Wire," the streets is political
Watch how the '89 analog switched to digital
It's a miracle, we gettin rich, offa visuals
Millionaires off endorsements and residuals
and still don't know how to act, spend 5 beens on jeans
Steady blowin cream by the stack
I get my change, now go cop, get'cha a drink
And have a hoe butt-naked washed up by the sink
Blowin stink, and I don't see grass on the field
So I'ma tear ass on that field
The Doe Wilson walk around with a bottle of Spades
Diamonds lookin like I flossed in a cascade

[Chorus]

(Sheek Louch)

Dee dee dee da dee, dee dee dee dee da dee day
You asked for Donnie G oh won't you please come out and play
They know I keep that black girl, the black guns and the AK's
I'm comin where you lay, and yeah I'm gonna spray - hey!
Motherfucker what'chu lookin at?
The crook's back Staten Island got my back,
Brooklyn niggaz let it clap
Half these niggaz ride out,
Harlem niggaz keep it real
Bronx got a shorty there, yea that's my little hideout {?},
Rose, Donnie cake, souffle
M6, no top on it, toupee
Rubber grip, stainless steel, the night look gray
Yeah, this that fly shit, patch over the eye shit
Slick Rick, bruh, these bitches be on my dick
Yeah I'm the new draft pick, about to get my ass licked
Street bullies blastin, you ain't gotta ask it
Ghostface, Wigs, will put you in a casket

[Chorus]

(Sun God)

Can I, kick it?
Yes you can
Can I, kick it?
Yes you can
Can I, kick it?
Yes you can
Well I'm gone / are you gonna miss me when I leave?
Besides this 8 times 5, got tricks up in my sleeve
Guaranteed, ain't nobody around these beez
See the team, we don't sleep, cause niggaz need green
We bleed different, we chase money, y'all can chase dreams
Came a long way, don't fuck that bread up in between
Tell 'em God sent you, load up that wop and let it ring ock
It's more than raindrops, when your nigga name
get scratched off like his name dropped, that's when that thang pop
Y'all niggaz thought once too much, that's why your brain stopped
Lock and load both of them 40's
I make the place hot
You can't wipe that up with no shirt, that take mops
Out the window here's another bomb let that bass drop

[Chorus]

[beautifulrock]

I can't even front anymore...even Shawn Wigs can't ruin this beat. CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCClasssssssssssss ic.

[New Hills 36]

I agree. A really hype up track and Wigs is excellent - with the exception of this deeply suspec t line - 'Yeah I'm the new draft pick, about to get my ass licked

Maybe it's a transatlantic thing interpretation.

But yes - a real banger. On my favourite Ghost lp for ages.

[Creepshow]

"And I'm infatuated with money like Lizz McCrabs"

I always thought it was Mr. Crabs? lol

[duotone]

one of the best tracks on that disc... (the best is purified thought imo)
i like the sun god verse the most...
the rest is good... but not really great... there is no story... just some words rhyming together... but with a good flow
and over a 5*-beat!

i found that voice sample yesterday... dont know if its already found

http://youtu.be/8c8cKm4qC9M
~3:40 min...