Street Bullies Lyrics - Apollo Kids - Ghostface Killah

[Intro: Sheek Louch] 

Geah! Aiyyo Starks, whattup? 

What it do family? 

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah] 

We street bullies for cheddar, and that's our word 

Pop bottles and spend money on chicks with curves 

We the youth poetic justice, the kings and the Yankees 

Our flows is vicious, check check, check out my melodies 

[Shawn Wigs] 

We gifted with vocab to make the streets spaz 

And I'm infatuated with money like {?} grabs 

Blow bags of that purple 'til I'm purple like Grimace 

Burn spinach cause it keep up flows, Shawn's a menace 

Even Barack watch "The Wire," the streets is political 

Watch how the '89 analog switched to digital 

It's a miracle, we gettin rich, offa visuals 

Millionaires open doors, split them residuals 

And still don't know how to act, spend 5 beams on jeans 

Steady blowin cream by the stack 

I get my change, now go cop, get'cha a drink 

And have a hoe butt-naked washed up by the sink 

Blowin stink, and I don't see grass on the field 

So I'ma tear ass on that field 

The Doe Wilson walk around with a bottle of Spades 

Diamonds lookin like I flossed in a cascade 

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[Chorus] 

[Sheek Louch] 

Dee dee dee da dee, dee dee dee dee da dee day 

You asked for Donnie G oh won't you please come out and play 

They know I keep that black girl, the black guns and the AK's 

I'm comin where you lay, and yeah I'm gonna spray - hey! 

Motherfucker what'chu lookin at? The crook's back 

Staten Island got my back, Brooklyn niggaz let it clap 

Half these niggaz ride out, Harlem niggaz keep it real 

Bronx got a shorty there, that's my little hideout 

{?}, Rose, Donnie cake, souflee 

M6, no top on it, toupee 

Rubber grip, stainless steel, the night look gray 

Yeah, this that fly shit, patch over the eye shit 

Slick Rick, bruh, these bitches be on my dick 

Yeah I'm the new draft pick, about to get my ass licked 

Street bullies blastin, you ain't gotta ask it 

Ghostface, Wigs, will put you in a casket 

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[Chorus] 

[Sun God] 

Can I, kick it? Yes you can 

Can I, kick it? Yes you can 

Can I, kick it? Yes you can 

Well I'm gone - are you gonna miss me when I leave? 

Besides this 8 times 5, got tricks up in my sleeve 

Guaranteed, ain't nobody around these beez 

See the team, we don't sleep, cause niggaz need green 

We bleed different, we chase money, y'all can chase dreams 

Came a long way, don't fuck that bread up in between 

Tell 'em God sent you, load up that wop and let it ring ock 

It's more than raindrops, when your nigga name get scratched off 

Like his name dropped, that's when that thang pop 

Y'all niggaz thought once too much, that's why your brain stopped 

Lock and load both of them 40's I make the place hot 

You can't wipe that up with no shirt, that take mops 

Out the window here's another bomb let that bass drop 

[Chorus]