Viro the Virus - The Streets lyrics

[Intro: Viro The Virus] Decypher on the beat Viro with the speech [Verse 1: Viro The Virus] It's where the pigs roll deep and even chickens hold heat I know these streets like a butcher knows beef I can get you a timepiece for [?] Just creep along the railroad tracks and ask for Pete Since a teen I've been having street dreams Used to hop the train to peep the street scene My walkman banging Wu-Tang's C.R.E.A.M Writing rhymes in my head thinking of [?] New-made themes and ways to get green Cause police sirens make it hotter than sunbeams I get her done got no time for half stepping Don't wanna get slugged from a hit-and-run at the intersecition I know these streets better than close a**ociates So don't be second-guessing my directions It's not what you know but who you do And those [?] what they can do to you still the streets are beautiful [Hook: Viro The Virus + sample] *You don't know these streets the way that I do* You don't know 'em you don't know 'em homie *You don't know these streets the way that I do* You don't know 'em you don't know 'em yo *You don't know these streets the way that I do* It's MJ all day and *You can't turn it on and off the way that I do* You don't know 'em you don't know 'em yo [Verse 2: Viro The Virus] Uh, uh, uh I dodge the speed traps where cops hide Spot the blocks where the ho's be at and find time to stop by Then bum a ride to the town's other side Where me and Tone Bone first went to get high Still know where to get them pills Blue footballs and mellow yellows a block over that hill I know the corners where the OGs be wilding And the others where the young balls be freestyling I know that road where my man crashed his van and died in '99 just like the back of my hand It's up near where the barber shop is at Where I once battled a cat to Fab's holla back track I know the pizza shop where [?] and [?] rocked Over some high school sh** and [?] cleaned his clock I know these streets as [?] So me and them are old friends and you don't know us, what [Hook] [Verse 3: Viro The Virus] Yeah, yeah, yeah I strut the alleyways with alley cats, 'til I flatten my shoes You don't know these avenues the way that I do You don't know these boulevards I be strolling on Shopping at the weed spots 'til all the dro is gone I leave crosswalks ignored, J-walking while pa**ersby honk their horns And I reply just gotta do what I gotta I know the users, the dealers and all they're baby mommas I know the detours and backstreets I know the fastest to get there if you happen to be on feet I know every spot in the road with a pothole And where the stick up kids roam so not to go alone I know these streets like my home and got the [?] to walk any like it's my own It won't lower my tone cause these streets are where this poet was grown they're all I've known and [Hook x2] [Outro] *Ladies and gentlemen thank you very much. I am what I am and I'm gonna be the very best of what I am. And for those who don't like me confidentially, I don't give a damn. I'd like to thank you for letting me be myself! Thank you!*