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Young Money : Streets Is Watchin' lyrics

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Young Money lyrics : "Streets Is Watchin'"

[Lil' Wayne - Intro:]
Yeah, uh huh
David Banner on the beat (*##$

Hahaha
Young Money, Streets


[Lil' Wayne - Verse 1:]
I'm a east sider rider, whoa kemosabe
(*##$es get to stepping like Cole, Gina, Tommy

#[email protected] is a weapon and my hoes think I'm Simon
And simon say go and get my mother$#&@ing money
Young Moolah (*##$, tell them hoes, take their clothes off

And I don't hunt birds but I'll shoot you in your mohawk
Yeah, flow nasty like coleslaw
Call me mister no flaw


[Gudda Gudda - Verse 2:]
Yeah, I sip drank and pop pills til I dose off

Wake up, grab the mic then I go's off
Too G for office, boss of all bosses
Crucify rappers, nail ^!$$%s to the crosses

I'm fresh out the slaughterhouse, blood on my apron
We Louisanimals, watch me let the gators in
I'm going on my paper run, a week at the Days Inn

Icing on my fingertips, I be getting cake in

[T-Streets - Chorus:]

I be getting cake then
Watching for the rats and trying not to get snakebit
It's that pointing at your face %#@!

And if you scared, you better go and see Mase (*##$
David Banner on the beat hoe
And I beat the beat up like Dee Bo

I got the game on TiVo
So I guess you can say The Streets Is Watchin'


[Jae Millz - Verse 3:]
I don't promise much but I promise you that it'll flow boy
Name Jae but you can call me Millsbury Doughboy

Silence on the nine but the chopper make mo' noise
But if the (*##$ scream, I'ma pop her, no noise
Bank account top solid, Truck nice and brolic

The rims sticking out like the shoulders on Dwight Howard
You ^!$$%s ain't G's you gents and quite coward
But I'll put you higher than flight pilots


[Gudda Gudda - Verse 4:]
I am petrifying, The metal turn to lightning

Burn through your clothes like an iron
I am no american idol, no Simon Cowell
Wack ^!$$%s throw in the towel

I'm getting money with the rap, pay me by the vowel
I'm hungry like a pack of wolves so I just howl
Holla, Cash rules everything around me

So I'ma get the money, dolla dolla bills in them hundreds

[Chorus]


[Nikki Minaj - Verse 5:]
Ugh, yo, yo yo,

I'm a bad what? bout to get a maniped
I'm the big bad wolf and your granny dead
Eventhough I'm in mexico

I rep New York like Plaxico
Look, switch my name, now I'm celebrating Hannukah
Lewinski (*##$es, young money Monica

I been hot since hedgehog, Sonic the
So could you pass me the keys to the Tonica
I mean Tonka, That's the truck (*##$es

$#&@ you and $#&@ all of you $#&@ (*##$es
Matter of fact, put some sprinkles on my cupcakes
And get ready to put your dimples in this duct tape


[Chorus]

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