All We Got Iz Us (Evil Streets)

[Intro]

Yo, yo, yo, son, come, yo, Sonsee, come here, god

Ayo, what's up, nigga?

Yo, yo, what type of shit was goin' on in the Yukon, man

The kid right there, he we was on some sexy shit, you know, the big rock rings on the pinky

You know what I'm sayin', you know what I'm sayin'

Fuck what you goin, through, he actin' like he can't get it, word up

You know it ain't like that

Never that, nigga

Word up, 'cause niggas be frontin' on that next shit, the extras but I'm tryna put the pressures

You got that? No diggity

Yo, duke come here (Ayo, money)

Yo, what's up?

[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]

Nigga you heartless? You ain't heartless

You don't want no part in this

You ain't got it in ya, I’m born to be a sinner

As I move through these evil New York streets

Like grease, and some kids get caught up

All up in the crime rate, couldn’t hold your nine straight

When you was busting your whole clip and hit nothing

Your whole block got hot up, only two niggas got up

Came down fast, caught the cash and the product

Caught you pants down with your clothes off

(A nigga never knows) A nigga never doze off

[Verse 2: Sonsee]

Ya got your rhymes niggas? Bring 'em (We stomp that!)

It's concrete combat where I'm at

A crime covered city where there's no time for pity

We coming from the village of the unprivileged

Blood soaked bills through murder actions

Transactions all illegal, I smell the cheeb like a beagle

Evil stalks and lurks, dominate and do works in my dwelling

Niggas spilling shells and compelling to bust melons

We just fugitives and felons so ain’t no telling

[Chorus: Panama P.I.]

These evil streets is rough

Ain’t no one we can trust

Either roll with the rush or get rushed

'Cause all we got is us

These evil streets is rough

Ain’t no one we can trust

Either roll with the rush or get rushed

'Cause all we got is us

These evil streets

[Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz]

I see the world through the eyes of a nigga on the brink

Drugs got my brain fried, making it hard to think

And I’m trapped in these evil streets

Driving some scuffed up, ran down, beat up ass Timbs

Some kid pulls up with chrome dipped Bugatti rims

Now I’m thinking it’s 3 in the a.m., I’m walking, he in a BM

Drop top three and don’t even see me

But you gon' believe he saw my gun in 3D

Ten blocks later I'm tryna work the CD

Spotted 50 dipped on the BQE

'Cause ain't no way them pigs is bagging me

Next up is Sonsee, we Afficial Nastee

[Verse 4: Sonsee]

For niggas that force the issue, my man’ll toss the pistol

And of course I hit you, let that loss be with you

The more L’s the higher, streets of fire

Make ice hearts in men for a worldly desire

It’s the black attack born on the corner

Nigga grew up fast to get that loot up, ready to shoot up

And he do anything to achieve it (Ya better believe it)

Run with a band of thieves who retrieves the goods

Stacking stacks and push a nigga shit back like they should

While we was gone some shit done developed

Now parlay, sit back and watch Armee swell up

Yeah, punk niggas

[Break: Panama P.I.]

As we move through these evil streets

As we move through these evil streets

As we move through these evil streets

As we move through these evil streets

[Verse 5: Sticky Fingaz]

Only nigga that could kill me is the nigga in the mirror

And when I cuff a mic it make my fighting words clearer

I’m naked without a gun, it’s like something is missing

That was my employer when I ain’t have a pot to piss in (So listen!)

Keep a gun even if it’s not needed

Better that than to have none and be in deep shit

We mold on niggas like bacteria grows

Foes be lucky if they walk away with a black eye and a broken nose

[Verse 6: Fredro Starr]

Nigga, we kill niggas for Polo and Hilfigers

It’s all for real ill niggas with steel triggers

Ain’t nothing over here pumping soft

Shit be jumping off on the reg

Don’t beat me in the head with that (Go ahead with that)

I think back, me and my man’s brother, we robbed somebody grandmother

Pulled out, the bitch ran for cover

Keep niggas guessing with a face without expression

For niggas stressing, I leave a lifetime impression

It shines like fluorescents when the flame comes out

It’s all about what you got when your game runs out

Shit is hot, you can get burned with heat

We take turns to sleep, you better learn the street knowledge

Damn, you can get shot (Bow!) for five dollars

It’s live wires with no signs of survivors

[Chorus: Panama P.I.]

These evil streets is rough

Ain’t no one we can trust

Either roll with the rush or get rushed

'Cause all we got is us

These evil streets is rough

Ain’t no one we can trust

Either roll with the rush or get rushed

'Cause all we got is us

These evil streets