Street Print (feat. Nigel Prime, Solomon Childs & Victoriuos) Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

KMG, yeah, uh

Lenox, Gold Bricks, like Fort Knox

A team of niggas that shoot at the cops

I'm blowin' overnight, on the blocks

Niggas wonderin' how I got here

Soundin' like Deborah Cox

Alligator gun clubs

Fuck rappin' niggas, still chew Home Depot rugs

Spit them out, chew a nigga a Assholes with fake thugs

Mad, cause I'm pushin' on the L.I

With the interior the color of mud

Y.G.O.G., nigga

If you a hater, I got bullets

As well as a hug, nigga

I run New York, nigga

Show no sympathy, nigga

Niggas is buckin

Shoot you out your skin, cousin

Niggas didn't believe I could play a war

In case a nigga didn't believe Word

For real, son

Niggas can't fuck with us, man

Staten Island, nigga

We run this, man

Just tryin' to keep us in the dark, nigga

What, nigga

Shoot you in the face, nigga

Know what it is, nigga

What

Uh, yeah

Uh, uh, uh

Gladiator skin

Never hesitate

To let a nigga know it's war

So they can hear the violens

I get it in, but uh

The barrels are spinnin

Non-stop like propellers

Intensified like N.W.A. acapellas

KMG, now we the trendsetters

I'm Everlast with the mask

Niggas can't understand

Till the ramp blast accurate

I hit a nigga from the outside Like Steve Nash

I take a contract Peel a nigga way fast

Peel a nigga off For the right cash

Fall to their feet Like an avalanche

Look straight in the face, nigga this the prom

I'm invitin' you to dance

Yeah, V.I

You monkey ball killers I'm gorilla monsoon

You animated, homie I kill your cartoon

I don't throw darts, homie I throw harpoons

One shot from the pistol will clear the room

Turn your mental to the temple of doom

You must be poppin' pills or eatin' shrooms

Hallucinatin' if you think you can fuck with dude

See, you can't inhale my fumes I run up on you

Make you shrivel up like prunes

I'm hotter than June colder than February

You takin' me out please, never worry

When your album comin' out Neveruary

I bury my adversaries, in a hurry

When I walk the block you see snow flurries

The fiends be like I need a fix can you cure me

Packed by the nutsack Hit em' off early

Yeah, hit em' off early Early to lay flat

Early chrome, same gat

Triple God shot the kids

Salute that

My eyesight colossus

I fight promises

Penance, robbery On my dossier

Uno track, you know

Seven sins, lyrical judo

No love above me

Color me original

Precious subliminal block

Crescent niggas' faces raisin' digital doubt

Detroit economy rock

I'll buy the whole clock then riot for blocks

Till I get what I want with dirt up top

Rockin' the stomp pumpin' the comp

Malcolm Little silent

Behind the curtain violent

Uzi mind framed Uzi guitar framed

Put me in a mood To rob the whole game

Give it back to my main then go get it again

This shit is no game It's life

And some of you prayin

Some of you playin all of us decayin

So I'm a leave this bloodstain

Pop the top on my roof this is doom

My homies playin don't fuck with me

Bet your luck the prophetess came

Medallions swayin

Give a fuck my watches sayin

It's my time it's divine

My arsenal's waitin

Art is collage, these bars is all to display

Our cadence and arms

Million marchin' in place

Yo, they waitin we blitzkrieg

Waver MCs station occupation

Follows internet infiltration

Strong formations no mask to conceal our faces

A single shot is the signal

We race in guns blazin

Bayonet sharp and shines

When I gut your waist

Look at my face it's not prime

Turban and dress urban legend

Never a bomb threat I'm sendin

It's evident in my sentence

Digital file since your intel provides

To eradicate the fake and bring light to the dark side

Dynamic design and a flawless execution

Can't lose Prime here to show and prove it