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run these streets - driveby lyrics

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[chorus: anybody k!lla]
don’t they know (who run these streets?)
it’s time to show (who run these streets)
drive*by the clique (that runs these streets)
it’s some eastside ridin’ elite, you can’t compete
don’t they know (who run these streets?)
it’s time to show (who run these streets)
drive*by the clique (that runs these streets)
it’s some eastside ridin’ elite, you can’t compete

[verse 1: anybody k!lla]
we be runnin’ these streets like police with a bad side
takin’ over territory, leavin’ haters paralyzed
movin’ at our own pace, no need to rush
drive*by is back, b*tch, come f*ck with us
we the ones that your whole family warned you about
eastsiders with a mean streak and quick to reach out
especially if reachin’ out means smackin’ a punk down
put him in his place and make sure he don’t make a sound
we keep it hood for the hood cats, grimy for the hood rats
drive*by is in this b*tch, so step back
don’t let us see you even try to compete
motherf*cker, this is drive*by, we run the streets, so move over!
[chorus: anybody k!lla]
don’t they know (who run these streets?)
it’s time to show (who run these streets)
drive*by the clique (that runs these streets)
it’s some eastside ridin’ elite, you can’t compete
don’t they know (who run these streets?)
it’s time to show (who run these streets)
drive*by the clique (that runs these streets)
it’s some eastside ridin’ elite, you can’t compete

[verse 2: blaze ya dead homie]
we run the streets with an iron fist, can’t f*ck with it
last of a dyin’ breed, shoot a b*tch and let ’em bleed
the pistol, the ak, the semi*auto all day
the .45 caliber and desert eagle, make ’em pay
got more rocks on the block than a gravel pit
makin’ bread, sellin’ off all the sh*t i’m plottin’ with
ride on the eastside, reside on the eastside
doin’ drive*bys, i’ll probably die on the eastside

[verse 3: anybody k!lla]
if you don’t know, now you do, b*tch, check our stats
we some underground street thugs, stackin’ these racks
movin’ weight like the biggest loser, pound by pound
then escape like some convicts and not be found
until we need to be heard from like hood heroes
puttin’ x’s on the back of some punk*ass hoes
let ’em really f*ckin’ know who be runnin’ the streets
when we drive by, poppin’, blowin’ out your knees (what?)
[chorus: anybody k!lla]
don’t they know (who run these streets?)
it’s time to show (who run these streets)
drive*by the clique (that runs these streets)
it’s some eastside ridin’ elite, you can’t compete
don’t they know (who run these streets?)
it’s time to show (who run these streets)
drive*by the clique (that runs these streets)
it’s some eastside ridin’ elite, you can’t compete

[verse 4: blaze ya dead homie]
keep it poppin’ on the scene, we the next big thing
drive*by is still a team like the underground kings
got a pocket full of stones, slang ’em out of homes
that’s boarded up, lookin’ like they at a war zone
every block is a dope spot, another dollar
there’s money to be made when your clientele is white*collar
some will serve as an assassin, make it happen
drive*by enter the club and then i’ll bust a cap in
your direction, no protection from my wrath
lights out, cruisin’ down the block and the gun blast
hear me laugh as i pass them, s*d*stic
we do this sh*t for free, gettin’ paid is realistic

[chorus: anybody k!lla]
don’t they know (who run these streets?)
it’s time to show (who run these streets)
drive*by the clique (that runs these streets)
it’s some eastside ridin’ elite, you can’t compete
don’t they know (who run these streets?)
it’s time to show (who run these streets)
drive*by the clique (that runs these streets)
it’s some eastside ridin’ elite, you can’t compete
[outro: anybody k!lla]
who run these streets
who run these streets
that runs these streets
it’s some eastside ridin’ elite, you can’t compete

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