These Streets Are Hot TG Millian, Blanco & Harlem Spartans (Ft. Active (Harlem Spartans) & Herc300)

[Intro: Active & TG Millian]
Spartan
Really believed that he's that tough
I can't be no judge
For them, I spill blood
Convicted tug
These streets are hot
Spartan
These neeks are washed
Man run every time that they see my soul
How can I call man opp?
(Ayy, where you goin' with this, Craze?)

[Chorus: TG Millian & Herc300]
These-these-these streets are hot (Hot)
These neeks are washed (Washed)
Man run every time that they see my soul, how can I call man opp? (Opp)
Con-convicted tug, judge, I can't be no judge
Who got poked? That's none of my business, who got shot? (Who got shot?)
These-these-these streets are hot (Hot)
These neeks are washed (Washed)
Man run every time that they see my soul, how can I call man opp? (Opp)
Con-convicted tug, judge, I can't be no judge
Who got poked? That's none of my business, who got shot? (Who got shot? Spartan)

[Verse 1: Herc300]
Let me tell you 'bout the meanin', life on the line for the ones that I love
I still get sentenced for my dargs dem above
I miss them, for them, I spill blood
He lied to himself so much
He really believed that he's that tough (Tough)
Now I gotta be the man to remind him, in this ting, he's just a pup (Pup)
Bare-bare new yutes involved in the war
I-I don't even know who I gotta look for
Street nigga, don't abide by law
Why'd you think we're locked behind doors?
Tryna put paigons in morgues (Morgues)
Down-down-down for the cause for sure