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laidback in the streets - awon & phoniks lyrics

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[chorus]
this is for the streets when i was laid back
when i used to get money talkin’ way back
held the block down tight like a waycat
i took everything i seen, that’s how i made raps
this is for the streets when i was laid back
when i used to get money talkin’ way back
held the block down tight like a waycat
i took everything i seen, that’s how i made raps

[verse 1]
trim stars and digital scales tell a critical tale
crack smoke got a chemical smell
i learned a lot about the streets till i was locked in a cell
how to outsmart the cops and stay out of the jail
kept a few good fiends fed ’em fish with the scales
rock house jumpin’ contacts when you in h*ll
demons that follow me look me right in my face
some were my friends mamas i was sellin’ ’em base
i ain’t proud of the sh*t that i done it’s just that we was all
young in retrospect, it’s the hood where i’m from
where the youngest for the power with a grip of a gun
and the mother lose a son with a slip of tongue
it was just yesterday i was choppin’ up chums
slash b*tter beige, re*cookin’ the crumbs
meetin’ kareem on the block, diggle vice, diggle knocks
big fish went fast when you mangled with sharks
gang gang
[chorus]
this is for the streets when i was laid back
when i used to get money talkin’ way back
held the block down tight like a way cat
i took everything i seen, that’s how i made raps
this is for the streets when i was laid back
when i used to get money talkin’ way back
held the block down tight like a way cat
i took everything i seen, that’s how i made raps

[verse 2]
wrote my first rhyme back in ’88
i was nine sold my first dime, and it made me cake
i was blind, started doin’ crime, movin’ crazy weight
wildlife movin’ round trees like a baby ape
got locked behind the wall, but it made me great
had to get this dough or die like the az tape
now when i spit, it’s kinda like after
saying grace, cause they say yay and i scr*ped the plate
c*cked up mercedes, rushed my hair was wavy
all my leathers was 80s, all for measure and hazy
that nyc piff, in a chinese
fish, you’re callin’ cocoa like ice*t’s chick
reminiscin’ overseas while i’m lightin’ a blunt
i’m still ballin’, though don’t make me grab the knives from the trunk
out of sights, rippin’ mics, return flight in a month
just let the music touch your ear without tyson or trump
it’s knuckles
[chorus]
this is for the streets when i was laid back
when i used to get money talkin’ way back
held the block down tight like a way cat
i took everything i seen, that’s how i made raps
this is for the streets when i was laid back
when i used to get money talkin’ way back
held the block down tight like a way cat
i took everything i seen, that’s how i made raps

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