paroles de chanson Run Tha Streetz (feat. Hypnotik) - Inno

If you consider yours hot, Mine's sizzling
I don't even got to talk, I'm handling biz
My swag is that of a double OG
It's already understood that In the hood I run the streets!
If you consider yours hot, Mine's sizzling
I don't even got to talk, I'm handling biz
My swag is that of a double OG
It's already understood that In the hood I run the streets!

Back for the first time, I'm packing a merk rhyme
My lyrics are crack and I'm serving addicts the first line
No time to panic, I done developed a habit man
The cash got me ecstatic, I'm a savage for the cabbage
I managed to be a damager rolling in six fours
Since six years old, now, its just Rolls (Rolls Royce)
No bricks and Oz (Ounces), just spit sick flows
Trying to get a hit gold so I can take a flick with hoes
That want me for my money, it's funny the way its happening
Niggas copping the CD and ripping open the packaging
They pop it in the deck, they ain't got to press play
Got them throwing up the west from the Bronx to the Bay
Wait! I think Hypnotik got something he wants to say...
(Beyotch)!
It's just automatic like traffic in summer heat
It's already understood that in the hood, I run the streets

If you consider yours hot, Mine's sizzling
I don't even got to talk, I'm handling biz
My swag is that of a double OG
It's already understood that In the hood I run the streets!
If you consider yours hot, Mine's sizzling
I don't even got to talk, I'm handling biz
My swag is that of a double OG
It's already understood that In the hood I run the streets!

I got to be giving them something that they can feel
I spit it like an ice dispenser, it'll give them the chills
Because it's real on the block, they kill on the block
Witness murders everyday and still on the block
6-0's in the hood, Black Stones in the hood
All of my Esse homies carrying chrome in the hood
It's coming together,
It don't get no better cuz it ain't nobody that's stopping us
We're getting that cheddar,
Remaining to clever for coppers to ever come lock us up
Because see, we're staying one up from Winter up to the summer
Might conversate with a skee-yo, but she know's that I don't love her
I'm just trying to get up in, since I don't know where she's been
Then I got to use more rubbers than a set of Michelin
You! You're probably still on that, ready to kill a cat
Saying you write the realest rap, but you ain't never pealed a cap
Lyrically strapped for killing tracks from the minute I hear the beat
And I'm making it understood that in the hood, I run the streets!

If you consider yours hot, Mine's sizzling
I don't even got to talk, I'm handling biz
My swag is that of a double OG
It's already understood that In the hood I run the streets!
If you consider yours hot, Mine's sizzling
I don't even got to talk, I'm handling biz
My swag is that of a double OG
It's already understood that In the hood I run the streets!