Tony Yayo
Tony Yayo - Streets Keep Callin Me lyrics
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[Talking: Tony Yayo] Yea nigga get a mixtape out or something nigga Fuck, they talk bout these fucking rappers man I do this shit for the money man Staright g's man Word up, it's the talk of new york nigga they don't how Niggaz know what time it is man For real man I'm getting all this money this year Taking it back to the streets Never see y'all niggaz in the hood For real man, yea [Tony Yayo:] Nigga ashes to ashes, and dust to dust Live it up get money nigga bust a nut Boy you gangstes are tough and the guns you bust For that 25 to life straight fucking you up Listen in the projects niggaz die over rumors And close head shots give niggaz brain tumors Hell yea, everybody hustle round here I don't play by the rules cause the game ain't fair My team is monopilising, marketing and advertising Wet on a beach with a freak while the sun rise I'm in the coupe driving while you on the stoop rhymin You rappin for free nah dog that ain't me I get a g every line, my fans online You ain't richer than me stop watching mine [Chorus: Tony Yayo] The streets keep calling me The keep calling me back But it ain't where I'm from it's where I'm at They keep on calling me With a bitch from vitesse with her head in my lap The streets be calling me You can see me out in public I stay in the hood I be giving up bubbly The streets keep calling me, keep calling me I'm addicted to the streets they keep calling me They keep calling me, they keep calling me I'm addicted to the streets they keep calling me [Cormega:] I use to want props, now I want property Nigga I ain't tryna be, caught up in narcotics beat You got the cream and blobby but it's not ikeem Ironically, I can make you feel the rockets is not a game when the llamas lay, You yesterdays news, tomorrow came Now your plots a grave my hollow shots fuck up your concentration I gots the montego flow, I rock with yayo Real recognise real, watch what you say yo Love is love but acknowledge hate shown From niggaz who grren from envy or rocks on they clothes You better ask somebody, who's stash is mighty How many friends from the past that there's beside em Of course I'm just talking bout your man that's grimey Those who stay true should be right there by you But god bless the chld who could hold his own If you earn it you deserve it no man can deny you [Chorus]