The Streets by Knucks Lyrics
[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
"Be safe," so my mama told me
But I was outside chillin' with my homies
Ayy, in my Air Force Mids, bro
You know the black ones with the tan midsole?
Oh, aqua on my right wrist though
And my watch has got that silver hair like Sisqó (Say what?)
Bro, 'bout to bounce out my crib
But S and Ya in the bit, homie, let's go (Let's go)
Done ridin', now I'm chillin' with a bad B (B)
Then smoke while she billin' up some bad B
Huh, like why you always on the streets babe? (Babe)
She think I'm uncool 'cause she icy (Say what?)
Got the bitches, they fuck with me (Say what?)
And the niggas, they fuck with me (Say what?)
Got them listenin' on them beats
But wе gettin' figures out on them streets
12:30 I would snеak into my bed
Mums caught me on the stairs and said, "The book should be your friend because—"
[Chorus: Sade]
The streets are gonna tire you out
The streets are gonna tire you out
The streets are gonna tire you out
The streets, the streets are gonna tire you out
The streets are gonna tire you out
The streets are gonna tire you out
The streets are gonna tire you out
The s—
[Verse 2]
"Be smart," that's what my olders told me
But I was busy spendin' nizzy out in O' Street (Haha)
You get me? Look, tryna get my clothes clean (Clean)
Have my swagger stoppin' traffic like the police (Ch)
Oh please, twenties in my old jeans
Spit crack, niggas step back, I'll make you OD
Huh, jet black that was the code, B (B)
I was exposed to the roads back in '03 (Damn)
Well you know me, I was on my own shit
Cold kid, listenin' to Nas, he made my dome split
In half, 'cause I was thinkin' 'bout progression
And thinkin' how I had the tools to get it was a blessin' (Say what?)
Anyone but the streets what raised me, no (Say what?)
On the beats I got crazy flow (Say what?)
Youngers dream about radio (Say what?)
Now we reachin' our status quo (Ayy)
Next day I'm lookin' tired in my lesson
Teacher said, "Look, all the guys that you reside we'll just forget 'em 'cause the—"
[Chorus: Sade]
The streets are gonna tire you out
The streets are gonna tire you out
The streets are gonna tire you out
The streets, the streets are gonna tire you out
The streets are gonna tire you out
The streets are gonna tire you out
The s—
[Outro: Sade]
One angry day, in New York
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Listen
[Verse 1]
"Be safe," so my mama told me
But I was outside chillin' with my homies
Ayy, in my Air Force Mids, bro
You know the black ones with the tan midsole?
Oh, aqua on my right wrist though
And my watch has got that silver hair like Sisqó (Say what?)
Bro, 'bout to bounce out my crib
But S and Ya in the bit, homie, let's go (Let's go)
Done ridin', now I'm chillin' with a bad B (B)
Then smoke while she billin' up some bad B
Huh, like why you always on the streets babe? (Babe)
She think I'm uncool 'cause she icy (Say what?)
Got the bitches, they fuck with me (Say what?)
And the niggas, they fuck with me (Say what?)
Got them listenin' on them beats
But wе gettin' figures out on them streets
12:30 I would snеak into my bed
Mums caught me on the stairs and said, "The book should be your friend because—"
[Chorus: Sade]
The streets are gonna tire you out
The streets are gonna tire you out
The streets are gonna tire you out
The streets, the streets are gonna tire you out
The streets are gonna tire you out
The streets are gonna tire you out
The streets are gonna tire you out
The s—
[Verse 2]
"Be smart," that's what my olders told me
But I was busy spendin' nizzy out in O' Street (Haha)
You get me? Look, tryna get my clothes clean (Clean)
Have my swagger stoppin' traffic like the police (Ch)
Oh please, twenties in my old jeans
Spit crack, niggas step back, I'll make you OD
Huh, jet black that was the code, B (B)
I was exposed to the roads back in '03 (Damn)
Well you know me, I was on my own shit
Cold kid, listenin' to Nas, he made my dome split
In half, 'cause I was thinkin' 'bout progression
And thinkin' how I had the tools to get it was a blessin' (Say what?)
Anyone but the streets what raised me, no (Say what?)
On the beats I got crazy flow (Say what?)
Youngers dream about radio (Say what?)
Now we reachin' our status quo (Ayy)
Next day I'm lookin' tired in my lesson
Teacher said, "Look, all the guys that you reside we'll just forget 'em 'cause the—"
[Chorus: Sade]
The streets are gonna tire you out
The streets are gonna tire you out
The streets are gonna tire you out
The streets, the streets are gonna tire you out
The streets are gonna tire you out
The streets are gonna tire you out
The s—
[Outro: Sade]
One angry day, in New York
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