Deez My Streets lyrics

by

Max B


[Hook:]
Deez my streets, deez my corners
f*ckin' with Max B n*gga, you's a goner
Bullets in yo' ass like heat from the sauna
Jeeps run up on ya
Peeps with them heats in them jeeps that'll scorn ya
Momdukes, popdukes
Dress up, black suit, at your wake tend to mourn ya
Your wife, your friends, your kids come to mourn ya
Don't f*ck with the boy, I tried to warn ya

[Verse 1:]
Where the f*ck is my bread (Where it at n*gga)
Mu'f*cka, I'll bust yo' head (Bust ya sh*t)
Fill ya f*ckin' ass up with lead
Heard through the grapevine, you working for the feds
(That's what I heard dog)
I'm 'bout to put Harlem on the map
Pop the trunk of the Jag and put your father in the back
We hoggin' in the back
You n*ggas eat real good in the front row while n*ggas starvin' in the back
We mobbin' in the back
Gun c*cked, jewels off, robbin' in the back
Kill a white b*tch while she joggin' in the back
Open up your mouth, come slob a n*gga's sack, b*tch
Max spit hard, the n*gga rap
Sawed-off shotgun, revolve a n*gga clap
All off hot one, dissolve a n*gga fat
All off hot ones, resolve a n*gga's ass
Yeah, talk to 'em n*gga
[Hook]
Deez my streets, deez my corners
f*ckin' with Max B n*gga, you's a goner
Bullets in yo' ass like heat from the sauna
Jeeps run up on ya
Peeps with them heats in them jeeps that'll scorn ya
Momdukes, popdukes
Dress up, black suit, at your wake tend to mourn ya
Your wife, your friends, your kids come to mourn ya
Don't f*ck with the boy, I tried to warn ya

[Verse 2:]
I gets high and abusive
Got a brand-new hammer and I'm dyin' to use it
We kill a n*gga softly, get a n*gga off me
Slap his tray on the floor and spill a n*gga coffee
I got faith in this man, but will he ever cross me
Will he ever get up the gall and try to off me
I ain't waiting on this n*gga to do me
I'm a do him like Nino did to G-Money in the movie
One in his head on the roof
The god blow back and kick bread on the stoop
Infrared on your shoot
Little small dots be resemblin' the circus
Dissembling your surface
I don't know which emblem to purchase
I'm a household name, a good friend of the Burton's
And all my lil' n*ggas is deices
Strap 'em up with C-4s and send 'em in the precinct
[Hook]
Deez my streets, deez my corners
f*ckin' with Max B n*gga, you's a goner
Bullets in yo' ass like heat from the sauna
Jeeps run up on ya
Peeps with them heats in them jeeps that'll scorn ya
Momdukes, popdukes
Dress up, black suit, at your wake tend to mourn ya
Your wife, your friends, your kids come to mourn ya
Don't f*ck with the boy, I tried to warn ya

[Verse 3:]
n*ggas saying Harlem ain't hot, don't get popped
n*gga our gun talk
Cop drops from cocaine rocks
Gun spark, Glock c*cked, burners from Bangkok
Turn your mink into a Hulkamania tanktop (Damn)
I'm a fan on the low, I like dudes
Floss chain bigger like 60 ice cubes
I can't predict my future
But before I go back to the pen my b*tch'll shoot ya
I don't mean to confuse ya
You got a good song, that don't mean you're the future (nope)
You got a good song, think you the bomb
Dogs I'll defuse ya
Post up with the ball, back down and use ya
Post up with the .4, clap clowns, abuse 'em
Gat sounds amusing, smackdown, remove 'em
n*gga we'll lose ya (yeah)
Keep ya fresh, put your body with the brew in the cooler
Holla back, yes
[Hook]
Deez my streets, deez my corners
f*ckin' with Max B n*gga, you's a goner
Bullets in yo' ass like heat from the sauna
Jeeps run up on ya
Peeps with them heats in them jeeps that'll scorn ya
Momdukes, popdukes
Dress up, black suit, at your wake tend to mourn ya
Your wife, your friends, your kids come to mourn ya
Don't f*ck with the boy, I tried to warn ya

[Outro]
Yeah, tried to warn you n*ggas man
Now y'all gotta learn the hard way
f*ck it, 'bout to just take this sh*t all off
Y'all can't stop me n*gga
Your Boss Don Biggaveli
You n*ggas fall back
Gang Greene, Byrdgang b*tch
Let's get this money
The game is all mines man
All mine
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