Streets Love Me

[Intro]

Yes, trini...

Gav this the fever right here man

I don't know baby (fox brown)

I don't if they ready for this one here (def jam)

I mean let me walk with my people real quick young (ill na na)

Ohh yes... the don gargon

[Verse 1]

Yo, I need a dude I can throw the clip on

Keep my little wrist charmed, do the sit 'pon and

Fuck he thought see ya girl puts it on

Ill na na style see but I'm never gon call him

I keep 'em stalling na na so sick

Big gun cock fox and I ride big dick whoa

'specially when missoni be on me

Ya girl front hard gotta bow to the goddess

A rap it's a fact this every time I hit the ground

I bounce right on backwards

In fact this glue track now don't make me

Have to put my word on backward

Now you rapper must know

How the fuck you gon' try to stop young fox flow now

I got the teflon don flow every time I spit it off

It's like tie twon do oohh yea'

[Verse 2]

Yes; bust ya gun for the young gargon (hey)

I'm coming through with the fox 5 squadron (fiyah)

You go at me, I'm right at you hun

I swear without that dawg it's not even fun

Who on fox level? there could only be one

But nah who I'm kidding ain't none of these bitch spittin' whoa

I will not retire; call the fire department to stop the fire I'm hot as hell

It ain't easy being me man this job is hell

Can't beat us join us might as well

Ooh lord there she go popping shit

The difference is I'm the best they the opposite

You got something say homie speak ya mind but

Don't be mad cause these bloodclot streets is mine

Dirrtty... heyyy... ayye...

[Verse 3]

Yo, streets love me fox spit dirrt'e

Nice wit my flow when y'all chat fuck'ree

I mix hip-hop and dancehall sick

Byal gal, speeds off, pop big shit whoaa

Bust'a place gyal, w'yne ya waist gyal

If ya man ta'k sick just sit dow'n pon face whoa/heyy

It's my eighth year look I'm still here, now y'all must respect me in this bitch

A fact I'ye re-act every time I hit the floor I bounce right on back it's

Cool yaself when I reacha man why you move so w'rree pussycat; stead'ee

Bust ya gun for the one sharman; heyy

I's peel through wit tha trini dun squadron

Now you rappers must know I'm in the club pucci up'd mccartney toe yes

I possess all the quan-duck flow

And when I spit my shit it be tie twon do dirrt'e

[Outro]

Baby cham

Fox brown

Dem not read'ee

What's fuckin' wit dis huh?

Brooklyn to kingston

Dirty man