Evil Streets (remix)

Onyx

featuring Method Man




Intro: Method Man




Spark that shit up



and lets fly



Oh my people



Heyyy Ohhhh



Ahhhh Hooooo



Eiiii Heyyy




Verse One: Sticky Fingaz




I'm a hoodlum



A dick in the dirt is what i'm holding



Sporting mad Polo but only if its stolen



I got no morals my mind is in the gutter



KId I'll open up your face with my orange box cutter



Soak you when you least expect it



Before I met Russel I only had a jail record



Plus nothing ever hurt me when I was at home



These Evil Streets got a mind of their own



My Pops left me for dead with just the clothes on my back



I grew up selling crack



And learning to drive a car jack



I got street smarts and I use intuition



I can spot an undercover with my x-ray vision



And if anybody test me out there



They gonna make me kill them and throw away my carear



I'm my Mothers first born, Her last bad seed




Verse Two: Fredro Star a.k.a. Never




Its all about the next caper



The cocaine, props and acres



For the sake ah



Snatchin the green paper



Me and my crew roll in the zone of the twilight



The news highlight



When the next shit don't go right



Its so tight its blazing



A nigga squeezed hayz in



got 'em geezing for a runner



Then the plot thickens



On point like Rod Strickland



Clocks ticking



Makes the hardest niggas clicks stop ticking



Hitting they stash



And murdering like and expert



Cover ya tracks



And conceal that dirty shit




Chorus: Method Man




This is for the gun slingers



noise bringers



this is for the crack slingers



bell ringers



this is for the bootleggers



and everyday beggers



And all my hood hustlers who know where we headin'




repeat 2X




Verse Three: Sonsee




Its all about the $50,000 cars



Dice games and ice chains



We out of the average niggas price range



Rings and Remy mixed with Henny



Chicks with Fendi sucking disk in the Infinity



This nigga had mad deco



Fucking petro the nickel metro Blow



All you heard was the gun echo



On a dead nbight I get my head right



Running red lights no headlights



Pumping Buddah in a black Benz



Pulling out Mac 10's



Its just the smell of fucking cigarettes



Broke niggas with assed out



Took 2 puffs and passed out



Woke him up with 21 shots of penicillin



amped him up



I guess thought it was hempacillin



Yo chill kid lamp kid, chill kid you livin'



Aye yo JB hit me one time




Verse Four: Method Man




Its the Blaze that be Johnny



Not many shots can do that ass raunchy



Lyric to the muzak we rolling