In These Streets

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]

Jay Rock, well connected in these streets, I'm a legend

Testified, the reason why your momma dialed 9-11

Ride for my line, no questions gotta stay alive

Stay inside if you tryna subside a homicide

It's suicide to test me, the iron if you press me

They say the game cold but I don't know Wayne Gretzky

Keep the flamethrower in my coat if you disrespect

The clips' known to make a scene when I hit the set

Play your cards right or hit the deck

The tech hit your flesh and your silhouette

Corner store carnivores

Fiends schemin', "what the fuck you want a quarter for?"

I make a drop off, then I order more

I'm with the killers and the thieves, hide your Audemar

And if I got the thumper, I'mma hit you with it

Blood, I'm on 112 obitual with it

[Chorus: Brian Bennett]

We on the avenue, we on the boulevard

We blockin' off the block, we corner corner-shops

We in the street, we in the street

We in the street, we in the street

[Verse 2: Jay Rock]

Mmm, smellin' like dinner time

You got a five star mill on you, give me mines

And when I take it make sure you don't drop any dimes

You play Magic Earvin

You gon' see a black burner and a black turban

That's a black mask

And tell your bitch to get that necklace out her handbag

You see it's cutthroat

And my reality is cut dope and gun smoke

Another casualty the family in the front row of the church pews

A politician don't understand a hood nigga' views

You see them devils in them black and whites

And hit the lights, we hit them corners like Regis on a Monday night

I'm in the spot like a dalmation

Bake a cookie dinner, nigga break it, go 'head nigga taste it

You know I keep them goodies in the oven

Dawg it's nothin' want a dish, say somethin'

Holla at me

[Chorus: Brian Bennett]

We on the avenue, we on the boulevard

We blockin' off the block, we corner corner-shops

We in the street, we in the street

We in the street, we in the street

[Verse 3: Spider Loc]

Smack the back of my hand with a fresh pack

At the meeting the homies know I press facts

Can't ignore that he-say, she-say

He pillow talk, what she say, he say

On Keeway, they wanna see me in the pen

Gettin' ends tryin' not to fall completely into sin

Ever been in a trap where everywhere you turn

You learn it won't help for you to make a U-turn

Been through bullshit it only made the S better

Recorded with Cube, arguably the best ever

Ask me, it gotta be a conspiracy

Still, no hate in my spirit, see

They keep my reputation like "why are you the worst"

No matter how you rehearse they don't vibe through the verse

Will my world wide web ever hit these fans

Only God knows, it's out of 50's hands

[Chorus: Brian Bennett]

We on the avenue, we on the boulevard

We blockin' off the block, we corner corner-shops

We in the street, we in the street

We in the street, we in the street