"Intro (Streets Of The Bronx)" lyrics
On the streets of The Bronx
Is where I wanna be
Standing on the corner
Singin' good ole harmony
Like, grrah, you really gotta listen
Yo, it's that DThang nigga, make 'em-
Y to the Gz, Gz to the sky, never put an O before my Y
Even my abuela know, you know what's goin' on
Grrah, grrah, you know we do
RPT, four-sev', four-sev' (Every O shot)
And we got all your bitches (I know they mad)
For one, you better stay with your Glock if that boy tryna front
And if he try to reach for anythin' you got
Then you better turn that boy to the blunt
For two, you better walk with your gun everywhere you move
And you be talkin' on the dead? Easiest way to end up on the news
For three, you better look both ways when you crossin' the streets
And you signed up for the field, so you better stay with your [?]
And four, I can say that without seven
We walk with a lot of guns, we see a O we sendin' him to heaven
And five, no we don't fuck with the guys
'Cause they be talkin' on Rah
So we sendin' that boy to the sky
Don't test me, on six it should get messy
And I gotta throw seven or better, 'cause I heard they talkin' on Kelly
And I'm on their block with Nesty
He said, he on a 7sev tryna leave Flocka in the deli
And I still got my .9 [?]
Like Benji in the air, without Grabba
Free Lala, he was just 10, I bet you know he was the problem
And I seen my first gun at 11, I knew I was gonna shoot
And no we don't fuck with no 12, [?]
Nigga, I did the time, nigga, 'cause I did the crime, nigga
I was just sittin' in jail, wathcin' this days go by
13, I was tottin' on the knock, I ain't really wanna stop
And we can't forget about 14, he died the same way he arrived
And I feel bad for your mom, but she knows you was dissin' on my block
Look, now you ain't make it to 15, like now you ain't make it to 15
And 16, I heard he died [?]
We see an opp, he gettin' no pass
We doin' hits, outta stolies and mopeds
Like, we got 17 shots and better, if he push up he gettin' shot in the head
And she 18 and she wanna, but she gotta wait to see 20 instead
Like, gang, gang, gang, she gotta wait to see 20 instead
Like, she wanna fuck but she gotta wait to see - (Gang, gang, gang)
Yo, it's that DThang nigga, make 'em get jiggy before we shoot 'em, you heard?
She gotta wait to see 20 instead (Grrah)
R.I.P Woo
Yo, long live Rah
Long live Glo (Gang, gang, gang)
Yo, long live Beanz (Don't run)
Is where I wanna be
Standing on the corner
Singin' good ole harmony
Like, grrah, you really gotta listen
Yo, it's that DThang nigga, make 'em-
Y to the Gz, Gz to the sky, never put an O before my Y
Even my abuela know, you know what's goin' on
Grrah, grrah, you know we do
RPT, four-sev', four-sev' (Every O shot)
And we got all your bitches (I know they mad)
For one, you better stay with your Glock if that boy tryna front
And if he try to reach for anythin' you got
Then you better turn that boy to the blunt
For two, you better walk with your gun everywhere you move
And you be talkin' on the dead? Easiest way to end up on the news
For three, you better look both ways when you crossin' the streets
And you signed up for the field, so you better stay with your [?]
And four, I can say that without seven
We walk with a lot of guns, we see a O we sendin' him to heaven
And five, no we don't fuck with the guys
'Cause they be talkin' on Rah
So we sendin' that boy to the sky
Don't test me, on six it should get messy
And I gotta throw seven or better, 'cause I heard they talkin' on Kelly
And I'm on their block with Nesty
He said, he on a 7sev tryna leave Flocka in the deli
And I still got my .9 [?]
Like Benji in the air, without Grabba
Free Lala, he was just 10, I bet you know he was the problem
And I seen my first gun at 11, I knew I was gonna shoot
And no we don't fuck with no 12, [?]
Nigga, I did the time, nigga, 'cause I did the crime, nigga
I was just sittin' in jail, wathcin' this days go by
13, I was tottin' on the knock, I ain't really wanna stop
And we can't forget about 14, he died the same way he arrived
And I feel bad for your mom, but she knows you was dissin' on my block
Look, now you ain't make it to 15, like now you ain't make it to 15
And 16, I heard he died [?]
We see an opp, he gettin' no pass
We doin' hits, outta stolies and mopeds
Like, we got 17 shots and better, if he push up he gettin' shot in the head
And she 18 and she wanna, but she gotta wait to see 20 instead
Like, gang, gang, gang, she gotta wait to see 20 instead
Like, she wanna fuck but she gotta wait to see - (Gang, gang, gang)
Yo, it's that DThang nigga, make 'em get jiggy before we shoot 'em, you heard?
She gotta wait to see 20 instead (Grrah)
R.I.P Woo
Yo, long live Rah
Long live Glo (Gang, gang, gang)
Yo, long live Beanz (Don't run)
