Walk These Streets Rakim (Ft. Maino & Tracey Horton)

[Intro: Tracey Horton (Rakim)]
La-da-da-dah, la-da-da-dah
La-da-da-dah, la-da-da-dah (Uh...yeah...)
(This is for the haters...keep hatin)
La-da-da-dah, la-da-da-dah
La-da-da-dah, la-da-da-dah
(It's what we call money music, right here)
(Uh, yeah, let's go in)

[Verse 1: Rakim]
I perform in cities, hoods and slums, the best seller is drugs
And money is the only thing that get love
They say don't let it make you, but that's how they rate you
And the more you got, the more they hate you (That's okay too)
Just don't get in the way, 'cause at the end of the day
My agenda's make sure I get them ends to get paid (uh-huh)
So I'm stacking grands 'til the math expand
It's the man with the masterplan
Since a Bambino cash made my path cross with evil
Uno dos cinco on a crowded corner rolling cee-lo
To chips and the chick in the casino pouring Clicquot
'Cause now I make music for the c-notes
From New York to Puerto Rico, California to Rio
Hit the streets like a kilo but I'm legal
It's swag like I walk with heat though with all my people
But it's just me and my altered ego