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Artist: PRhyme
Album:  PRhyme 2
Song:   Streets At Night
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro: DJ Premier scratches]
"Back-back, back-back, back-back, back-back"
"Back-back-back to the streets"

[Royce Da 5'9"]
E'rybody comin with they chick record, big record
This gon' play in the clubs, radio, hit record
Wonderin how am I not dead, lookin for righteousness
You wonder how you gon' get a-head, I'm on my ISIS shit
I do it for the streets, my niggaz on parole without a suit
My +dogs+ who wanna roll without a +roof+
The blogs and the critics
I +Xzibit+ +Logic+ like the +Rappers+ without +Chance+, that's all independent
And all I do is fuck the baddest bitches y'all done seen
Catch 'em while they fresh and still new into the scene
Let her know I'm polished with my Bible on the stand
Dump her once she hit a million follows on the 'gram
See I ain't with the free smoke, that's what you got Drake fo'
I like my hoes to be low-key like my safe do'
Rappers act 100, smack 'em all with a stack of 'em
They softer than them socks that got the ball on the back of 'em
And all I do is do it for the, do it for the streets (streets!)
I do it for the strong (strong) you do it for the weak (weak!)
Any city, pick a city, Houston to the D (D)
I do it for the, do it for the, do it for the streets

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" + unknown woman]
I said hands in the sky, let me see you reach it
Everybody gettin money, let me see you keep it
I said hands in the sky, let me see you reach it
While they droppin dimes, Nickel on the street shit

[Interlude: Royce + woman] {w/ DJ Premier scratches}
I run, the streets all night and day
And I run, the streets all night and day
{"Back to the streets"}

[Royce Da 5'9"]
E'rybody comin with they chick record, big record
This gon' play in the clubs, radio, hit record
Either that or they come with a diss record
I come from where you don't disrespect none of yo' successors
I don't fuck whores that I can't leave in less than six seconds
"Who the best?" is a horrible, rhetorical, sick question
You guessed it, I'm throwin bullets at you but you ain't about to go for long
I pulled a fo'-fo' and let it bang like Post Malone
Might as well get ready for yo' tomb, you play me
Tell your wife she gon' be solo soon like Swae Lee
Quart of pills, recoupin a deal worth a quarter mil'
All I'm tryna do is stay black and +Get Out+ like Jordan Peele
Everybody do it for the accolades, I'm tired of them
I ain't cared about Grammy's since Jay boycotted them
Spent my first advance at Manny's, followed Pharrell and them
Used to ask bitches for ass, now I'm just tellin them
If I get any more fly I'ma need my own space suit
Got these hoes gettin naked like they high on K2
All I need is five minutes, every style get augmented
Well-endowed in God's image, never smile, Kawhi Leonard
These pellets are pedophiles, comin out the arm bro
Trust me, they touchy, Dudley, Arnold
My show start at 10 and it's sold out by 11
Rappers blow up, go and debut they whole album on "Ellen"
But not me, I do it for the, do it for the streets (streets!)
I do it for the strong (strong) they do it for the weak (weak!)
Any city, pick a city, Houston to the D (D)
I do it for the, do it for the, do it for the streets

[Interlude]

[Chorus]