[Intro]
Street taught us (uh huh)
We could never forget what the streets taught us (not at all)
Love the Harlem streets, rest in peace...
Heatmakerz, crack music (uh huh)
Love my Harlem, rest in peace Porter (I love Harlem)
Love my, rest in peace Porter (that's what made me)
Love my Harlem streets (uh huh), uhh
We could never forget what the streets taught us
Love my Harlem streets, rest in peace Porter (Jones!)
We could never forget what the streets taught us (right)
Love my Harlem streets, rest in peace Porter (R.I.P.)
You did the Air Ones, never did the 3 quarters (not at all)
And the Feds still tapping like free water (I see 'em)
[Verse 1]
You gotta look both ways 'fore you cross the street (watch out)
You gotta watch out for them strays from across the street (duck down)
In my day, I was clapping at all the beef (BOOM!)
Start beefing now, man, these rappers might call police (fuck 'em)
I grew up in a country that rather war than peace
In my hood was always war, so I wore the piece (I'm low, shit)
Shit, we had to make a heaven out of hell (uhh)
Uhh, tuu, some made a bed up in the cell (pray for 'em)
I been thinking 'bout Gato, wish I could get him out of jail (Gato!)
And I try not to listen to what they said about Trel (R.I.P.)
I was up when they said I might've fell (facts)
New Bentley truck rolling up and light a L
Like, Brizzy what up, on the hand (facts)
Then burn all the money like what I did to Uncle Sam (I spent that)
And the first time they screaming out the Dips on Summer Jam
When I told Nas, aww man, you niggas understand, well
Street taught us (uh huh)
We could never forget what the streets taught us (not at all)
Love the Harlem streets, rest in peace...
Heatmakerz, crack music (uh huh)
Love my Harlem, rest in peace Porter (I love Harlem)
Love my, rest in peace Porter (that's what made me)
Love my Harlem streets (uh huh), uhh
We could never forget what the streets taught us
Love my Harlem streets, rest in peace Porter (Jones!)
We could never forget what the streets taught us (right)
Love my Harlem streets, rest in peace Porter (R.I.P.)
You did the Air Ones, never did the 3 quarters (not at all)
And the Feds still tapping like free water (I see 'em)
[Verse 1]
You gotta look both ways 'fore you cross the street (watch out)
You gotta watch out for them strays from across the street (duck down)
In my day, I was clapping at all the beef (BOOM!)
Start beefing now, man, these rappers might call police (fuck 'em)
I grew up in a country that rather war than peace
In my hood was always war, so I wore the piece (I'm low, shit)
Shit, we had to make a heaven out of hell (uhh)
Uhh, tuu, some made a bed up in the cell (pray for 'em)
I been thinking 'bout Gato, wish I could get him out of jail (Gato!)
And I try not to listen to what they said about Trel (R.I.P.)
I was up when they said I might've fell (facts)
New Bentley truck rolling up and light a L
Like, Brizzy what up, on the hand (facts)
Then burn all the money like what I did to Uncle Sam (I spent that)
And the first time they screaming out the Dips on Summer Jam
When I told Nas, aww man, you niggas understand, well
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