Angie Martinez

Live From The Streets

Angie Martinez


[unknown singer] 
Ohhhhh.. senorita.. when the evening sun go down 
I come to.. serenade you.. from another part, of town 
[car tires peeling out]

[Angie Martinez] 
Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets 
From Y.O. to Philly and Harlem to Q.B. 
When it drops it's game over, you'll see 
Introducing, Jadakiss and Styles P, where you at? 

[The L.O.X.] 
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo 
You know we still in the hood dog, in front of the store 
With the work across the street and the gun in the stall 
Soon as somethin happen niggaz wanna run to the law 
You know the code of the streets, never run to the law 
That's why I can't even run 'less I run with a four 
or I walk with a three, come and talk to 'em P 
You can catch me down bottom with a bird and a glock 
On the block makin money where they murder a lot 
Or you can catch me up top shootin dice for a yard 
I'm talkin six digits, niggaz bet the house or the car 
You can catch me hittin the spliff, sick in the pit 
On the fiend like I'm missin my shit, they think I'm crazy 
Catch me hittin your lady in my Mercedes 
Bird on your baby, fuck you I'm keepin it gravy 
L.O.X. hold the hammers 
like we waitin for screws 
With Angie Mar' BLOWIN MOTHERFUCKERS OUT OF THEY SHOES, WHAT? 

[Angie Martinez] 
Comin live from the streets where some died tryin to eat 
From Y.O. to Philly, from Harlem to Q.B. 
And when it drops, game over, you'll see 
Introducin, Beanie Sigel, tell me how you livin? 

[Beanie Sigel] 
Aiyyo, I've been kickin murder - since Adidas with thick strings 
T.I. sweatsuits, Pumas with thick chains 
Four finger rings, black belts with brass names 
I was spittin flames since niggaz was pitchin change 
I'm a hard knock kiddo, always played the middle 
Threw flacks in the crack game, getchu if I can getchu 
Since a buck, played the highway, dodgin the troop boys 
Jumpin in and out of Coupes, wavin for Duke boys 
Always chased a penny, copped quarter waters 
Tried to make a dollar chased my pop's boss daughters 
Tryin to make my name, global, in all four corners 
Philly baller, gamin in all four quarters 
Never worked, never will - all my hoes buy my clothes 
I can't go broke, never will - all my bros buy my O's 
I'm the best thing that linked up with New York since Sprewell 
I murder, nuttin further - fill in the details 

[Brett] 
I'm here, it's over, fuck how y'all feel 
When I drop, y'all gon' realize it's all real 
Bein left for dead, tied up, smoke 'til I was dried up 
So high up, seem like the sky ducked, high what? 
Life was rough, but now it's nothin to hide 
Used to click and be quick to put this gun to yo' side 
Be like, "That chain nice - I like that pal.