Sticky Fingaz - All We Got Iz Us (Evil Streets) lyrics

[Verse 1: Fredro Starr] n***a you heartless? You ain't heartless You don't want no part in this You ain't got it in ya I'm born to be a sinner As I move through these evil New York streets like grease And some kids get caught up all up in the crime rate Couldn't hold your 9 straight when you was busting your whole clip and hit nothing Your whole block got hot up, only two n***as got up Came down fast, caught the cash and the product Caught you pants down with your clothes off A n***a never knows, a n***a never doze off [Verse 2: Sonny Seeza] Ya got your rhymes n***as? Bring em, we stomp that Its concrete combat where I'm at A crime covered city Where there's no time for pity We coming from the village Of the unprivileged Blood soaked bills through murder actions Transactions all illegal I smell the cheeb like a beagle Evil stalks and lurks, dominate and do works in my dwelling n***as spilling shells and compelling to bust melons We just fugitives and felons so ain't no telling [Hook 1: 2X] These evil streets is rough Ain't no one we can trust Either roll with the rush or get rushed Cause all we got is us These evil streets... [Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz] I see the world through the eyes of a n***a on a brink Drugs got my brain fried making it hard to think And I'm trapped in these evil streets Driving some scuffed up ran down beat up a** Timbs Some kid pulls up with chrome dipped Bugatti rims Now I'm thinking it's three in the A.M. , I'm walking, he in a B.M. drop top 3 And don't even see me, but you gon' believe he saw my gun in 3-d 10 blocks later I'm trying to work the CD Spotted 50 dipped on the BQE Cause ain't no way them pigs is bagging me Next up is Sonsee, we Afficial Nastee [Verse 4: Sonny Seeza] For n***as that force the issue, my man'll toss the pistol And of course I hit you, let that loss be with you The more L's the higher, streets of fire Make ice hearts in men for a worldly desire It's the black attack born on the corner n***a grew up fast to get that loot up, ready to shoot up And he do anything to achieve it Ya better believe it Run with a band of thieves who retrieves the goods Stacking stacks and push a n***a sh** back like they should While we was gone some sh** done developed Now parlay, sit back and watch Armee swell up Yeah, punk n***as [Hook 2: x4] As we move through these evil streets... [Verse 5: Sticky Fingaz] Only n***a that could k** me is the n***a in the mirror And when I cuff a mic it make my fighting words clearer I'm naked without a gun, it's like something is missing That was my employer when I ain't have a pot to piss in So listen Keep a gun even if it's not needed Better that than to have none and be in deep sh** We mold on n***as like Bacteria grows Foes be lucky if they walk away with a black eye and a broken nose [Verse 5: Fredro Starr] n***a, we k** n***as for Polo and Hilfigers It's all for real ill n***as with steel triggers Ain't nothing over here pumping soft, sh** be jumping off On the reg Don't beat me in the head with that, go ahead with that I think back, me and my man's brother, we robbed somebody grandmother Pulled out, the b**h ran for cover Keep n***as guessing with a face without expression For n***as stressing, I leave a lifetime impression It shines like fluorescents when the flame comes out It's all about what you got when your game runs out, sh** is hot You can get burned with heat, we take turns to sleep, you better learn the street knowledge Damn, you can get shot for five dollars It's live wires with no signs of survivors [Hook 1: x2] These evil streets...