Street Wise Lyrics

Code of the gentlemen so strictly we abide

And we'll slide like an avalanche you go against the guys

You scared like a bitch i could see it in yo eyes

Know that gun a decoration you ain't even gotta lie

Lil bro raising hell but really he well spoken

You moving like a snail end up with yo shell broken

Tip toeing killas the nozzle will stay smoking

A trick up his sleeve for clowns who stay joking

Bone crushers represent the coalition

You know this thing of ours you gotta earn yo position

Built from the ground up now we got our own laws

Slip one time they smelling blood like jaws

It could be yo own family it could be yo own brother

You really love the bitch it could be yo own lover

You trust yo main soldier who was yo own runner

Whole time he Donnie Brasco playing undercover

Street wise men at the round table

Always on they business & always return favors

Talking blood money yo mother cannot save ya

Brothers killing brothers like Cain did Abel

Yea and they'll show you what them bricks bout

If you moving sloppy the streets you getting tricked out

Wild ass shorties they creeping up wit them sticks out

One false move yo casket is getting picked out

There's a moment in each day that satan cannot find

Like a smile from my child who brightens my dark mind

Generations get worse our souls are so cursed

Rehabilitated spirits communities so hurt

All we known is that dirt but now the world is mine

They left us no choice so we profiting off of crime

A bitch will set u up some women are so spiteful

Men in all black controlling them old rifles

Head Bussas bagged em up like some groceries

Think three times fo u touch someone close to me

Detrimental actions for the matters at hand

You see he was with his brothers but they scattered & ran

Cuz the ones who talk the most have a tendency to fold

You could clearly see they told no integrity or code

Could be two years in & they begging for parole

Till a killa press the power button getting the control

Yea life stories mane

All it takes is one time to slip up

Shh get gripped up

Street wise men at the round table

Always on they business & always return favors

Talking blood money yo mother cannot save ya

Brothers killing brothers like Cain did Abel

Yea and they'll show you what them bricks bout

If you moving sloppy the streets you getting tricked out

Wild ass shorties they creeping up wit them sticks out

One false move yo casket is getting picked out