In Love With The Streets - Black Soprano Family, Benny the Butcher

Jones, what up, nigga

B-S-F (Gangsta…)

Dj Drama!

I fell in love with the streets

Mike Amiri jeans and Timberland cleats

Forty with the stick and worry about beef

I fell in love with the streets

Once it’s war, ain’t no truce, ain’t no peace

Ain’t got no kids, find his nephew and niece

I fell in love with the streets

Where real niggas don’t forget about their piece

Whether they been or their resting in peace

I fell in love with the streets

Crips, the Bloods, G’s the kings

From the North, South, West to the East

I fell in love with the streets

I’m a rare breed not the type that you hand feed

Shots from the forty cal make them stampede

My hand squeeze (Prrr!)

First thing you see is head bleed (Damn!)

Gotta clear the scene, that boy gon need a med team

The last thing, in real life, this ain’t no damn dream

The Black Sopranos is the model, we do the damn thing

Big glizzy forty-five make my pants lean

In a seven-forty-five selling

I’ve been on the stoop in Timberland boots

Front line with my rifle like a militant troop

They tell me «Chill!»

but fuck that, I’m ready to shoot

I was young Biggie Smalls, made em give me the loot

Cousin Crip, Uncle Blood, then G showed me love

Know a couple Latin kings that’ll fill you with some slugs

We was young pushing drugs

Get locked, take mugs

I come from a different cloth, nothing like the fake thugs

I fell in love with the streets

Mike Amiri jeans and Timberland cleats

Forty with the stick and worry about beef

I fell in love with the streets

Once it’s war, ain’t no truce, ain’t no peace

Ain’t got no kids, find his nephew and niece

I fell in love with the streets

Where real niggas don’t forget about their piece

Whether they been or their resting in peace

I fell in love with the streets

Crips, the Bloods, G’s the kings

From the North, South, West to the East

I fell in love with the streets

I used to love it when niggas shot dice and sipped liquor

Probably hurt my mom so I hurt his lil' sister

Left me with my granny, had me listening to The Whispers

Grills on my cheek, where my aunty used to kiss us

Now I’m getting older, nigga pistols in my stroller

Mama’s kitchen taken over by my uncle, coke and soda

This is Eazy-E, N-W-A before the hover

Dookie ropes, caddies and subs before the rovers

Fast forward to 2000s, my niggas' wilding

Sixteen, cases was violent but stayed silent

Luminas and six-thousands if there’s a problem

Young nigga, leading the war, I call him Powell

It’s John Z, the call me grown now

I be in three indictments, don’t use the phone now

I left the trap for the rap, I crab the mic not the crap

When I’m on stage, that shit feel like my home now

I fell in love with the streets

Mike Amiri jeans and Timberland cleats

Forty with the stick and worry about beef

I fell in love with the streets

Once it’s war, ain’t no truce, ain’t no peace

Ain’t got no kids, find his nephew and niece

I fell in love with the streets

Where real niggas don’t forget about their piece

Whether they been or their resting in peace

I fell in love with the streets

Crips, the Bloods, G’s the kings

From the North, South, West to the East

I fell in love with the streets