Killah Priest — The Streets

Between the streets of Brooklyn where the gates are Putnam Cats are looking, shooutouts with pounds from crews Either town you cats down the mood If it's Bed-Stuy, Feds eye If it's Brownsville then the pounds are real If they look you up and down like who this clown, just peel If it's Fort Green, shorty might not be more 14 Walk mean, shoot you anotehr tale of New York scene If it's Red Hook we dead shook Got projects after projects, not even the Feds look If it's Crown Heights, stand around lights They come out of shadows, smell of death and gun barrels They wear black apparel, the streets are black and narrow This go for all Brooklyn underworld allegience Who by night gather up their teams and Lobbies are basements for secret meetings, greetings Streets be all the same, come join our gang We get high and kill 'til we fall in the flames I promise you everything til it's ball and chains But if you die tonight I charge through the gauge