Lil Krazy - Outside the Streets (feat. K.Y.T.E) Lyrics

Came a long way from the dirt and the trees
Listen to the breeze oh it tells him everything
He's a neechi boy, so he fills his soul with E
All these city natives wooden laps outside the street
Now they hear the story bout who someone's talkin' at
Need to clean their act and learn how to rap
He's been rappin' most his life, spittin' on the track
First he seen the track, push him way to the back pack

Yuh, swervin' in the left layne
He the bitch in his brain
If he sniffin' up the cocaine, huh
Yuh, we sell a cell of dope
Yuh, we doin' this while we just on the road, huh
They just wanna see me, how far I go
All the way to the top, bitches,
I'm a dick, you know what I just got
Bitches thinkin' out of pockets
So I shot the rocket, yeah
You know we just nasty
When we placin' all these bitches
I just burn all these bridges so I could get my riches
Need my money and my dope,
Suckin' on your f*ckin' hoe
I just get it, we just at the end of our rope
My way out the streets, no one could just ever beat us
Even if you try to hit us with a two-tone bus, yeah

Came a long way from the dirt and the trees
Listen to the breeze, oh, it tells him everything
He's an itchy voice, oh, he feels the summer heat
All they city natives wooden laps outside the street
Thought he heard a story about someone talkin' that
Get to clean their act and learn how to rap
He's been rappin' most his life, spittin' on the track
Best he's seen the track, push him way to the back pack

Come and smash these livers like I'm Jack the Ripper
Got me goin' up and down like the jack on my zipper
I've been everywhere but I ain't takin' no pictures
Y'all's pickin' crack and clowns like crumblin' to the fishes
Rags and the bitches call me gangsta liches
Rappers tellin' lies, actin' hella suspicious
Beachin' red thugs, actin' hella vicious
Hear him talkin' bad about the sack on midges
Michael, Michael, Michael's on the track
Never steppin' back, I'll show him where we're sat
You won't come up with a stack, livin' on my backpack
You won't teach him when I'm back
Killin' fake lives with that actual fact
Boy, you gotta act, don't play, no, you ain't about that
Feel your rap tracks, all my homies can't vouch yet
Made it out the streets, but I ain't got time, I'm busy
Beat it out the streets, but I still got time to listen, let's get it

Came a long way from the dirt and the trees
Listen to the breeze, oh, it tells him everything
He's an itchy voice, oh, he feels the summer heat
All they city natives wooden laps outside the street