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streetzhardest - joe black lyrics

[verse 1: squeeks]
let me tell you bout this life i had
growing up, they say i look like my dad
used to drive me mad, in fact i was slightly gassed
had that hood reputation, i supply the flats
so don’t f*ck around
no digis, i’ve been through the ups and downs
chrome fizzies, got plenty guns and rounds
rrrah, rrrah, f*cking clowns
so i know you weren’t warning me
i keep blades in my hand like wolverine
i know couple n*ggas that perform a thief
they’ll show you bout the peppers, corn and beef
no one on the strip makes more than me
ron copped six, face caught a three
i’m kinda p*ssed, there’s more to see
lifе’s a b*tch, can’t ever say i warned ya
if you’rе watching the screen
yeah i’m all about cream, see me clocking a fiend
fake f*ck n*ggas tryna be blocking my dream
the middle of my ting spin like a washing machine
i’m lean, sh*t i’m higher than the clouds
take it to the streets, start firing it out
i hit a n*gga up, i lie a n*gga down
put a metal in your trap and fire in your mouth
i say place all your bets time
i don’t need a f*cking boost from the s line
i need a sprayer, might go and cop the tec*9
wouldn’t be surprised i got five for what the feds find
i’m on the rise, i’ma shine till i get signed
rock bare ralph lauren cah the threads fine
i hop out the benz, no test drive
i ain’t saying it’s mine, it’s my friend’s drive
[verse 2: joe black]
they got me staring at the world through my rear*view
way ahead of these other rappers, i got a clear view
i’m on my way to the top and unless you’re god, i don’t fear you
if you ain’t talking bout money then i can’t hear you
let’s check my cv, let me take you back a bit
first mixtape, every track was immaculate
no single, opened up for ross, i was smashing it
nah let me take you back a bit
don’t compare me to these lightweight breddas
cause i was doing this before the mysp*ce era
that’s real talk, don’t compare me to these new yutes
my name rang bells before youtube
cause in ’04, they had my tracks on the bluetooth
my flow’s raw, i inspired all these new yutes
they lie to themselves when they know that i’m the best
can’t you see i’m head and shoulders above the rest?
and if you look into my eyes, you can see the pain
i look up to the sky, i need a change
i need a breakthrough, suttin’s gotta give
cause living in the hood, it’s hard to stay positive
no father figure but it’s nuttin cah it made me go harder n*gga
i’m a grafter n*gga but the streets ain’t loyal, she’s a fake
i look around, there’s hardly any real boys on the estate
you can look a brudda in his eyes and see if he’s a fake
the hood’s holding me back, i need to get away
but it keeps pulling me back, addicted to the fast life
big sharp knives, star nines
fam i’ve had a hard life living on these crazy streets
this is london, this place ain’t sweet
i must be doing suttin right, that’s why they hate on me
i swear i’m just tryna go through and make my p’s
the flow’s incredible, most rappers are sh*t, oh so terrible
i get straight to the point and i don’t mean decimal
real life music, the roads know it’s credible
i spent more time on the roads than i spent in school
getting up to sh*t that i knew i weren’t meant to do
fourteen when i first got nicked by feds
fifteen when i first saw a prison bed
look i was sitting in the can
with a rough idea, tryna visualise my plans
i thought to myself, i can make a million off of grams
i just gotta go hard with the lyrics when i land
now look, i got the internet going nuts
got these haters sick cuz, they’re throwing up
[verse 3: squeeks]
they say i’m fly like a g6
if it weren’t for joe man, i wouldn’t have seen them b bricks
right now, wouldn’t see me with my new b*tch
like all i really wanted was some new kicks
all i really wanted was a big stick
you could be a goner if a pr*ck slid
you don’t wanna hear cl!ck cl!ck
the stick go rat*a*tat*tat, now your wig split
big papa, up on big sh*t
double barrel shotty in the trunk, you can risk it
i get it popping when i dump, i be stopping at your mums
you don’t want it with my donnies, don’t b*tch fit
sh*t, man can’t even make a quick flip
i get the job done quicker than a kwik fit
lemz got the biscuit, pretty boy you wouldn’t risk it

[verse 4: joe black]
allow me to reintroduce myself, my name’s blacks
heavyweight, i’m spitting that straight crack
the rap ting’s gone stale, i’m bringing the game back
no hype ting, i’m bringing the wave back
if you f*ck with my team, get your grill mangled
got some crazy young boys, they will shank you
other guys are playing catch up, they’re not really hard
n*ggas know about blacks, i’m a monster with bars
if i squeeze at your dome, i’ma l!ck it off
dpmo, don’t p*ss me off
i be up and down linking kitties on these izzy blocks
way before i was listening to ricky ross
i was tryna get it but the feds were tryna bid me off
washed up rappers can’t compete with the izzy boss
fire in the booth made ’em see that the kid is hot
who told these rappers their sh*t’s gonna sell?
too many lies, these pr*cks are contradicting theirself
i’ve been getting money since i was young like little mikel
at fifteen, for two years i lived in a cell
do your research, check your background
one thing’s clear, we don’t back down
plugging up the z’s and then the pebs are getting smashed out
man down if i let the ting bang out
and you ain’t gotta like my sound
i cut the middleman off and bought the price right down
so the music ting ain’t really on my mind right now
you’re studio gangsters, i’m on the grind right now
talking tough on twitter, bring that hype right down
cause i’ll buck a n*gga and i’ll turn his smile right round
f*ck the top five, the hardest in this city is here
if truth was a currency, i’d be a realionaire
[verse 5: squeeks]
my stick long, bamboo
don’t get me in that bad mood
i’ll tell ya “suck your mother”, yeah i’m that rude
bruddas get burnt like the cherry on my fat zoot
f*ck the main cah i’m used to the back route
if you hear my gun sneeze, won’t hear no achoo
n*ggas try get me up like my gran do
i could never be nervous, i’m d*mn smooth
i hear the streets talking, i could never be a snake
i get the ball rolling, i ain’t coming out on skates
i’m heavy on the gas, why you resting on the brakes?
i’m getting plenty cash cah i’m stepping on the flake
i could never be a fake, you can see my face
come to my estate, likkle man you know the place
i ain’t into playing games, i play it with a blade
i aim it at your face, let me know how it tastes

[verse 6: joe black]
in the clouds with the pelicans
british veteran, never sounded american
i’m in a league of my own
i link the fiends on the roads, sk!ll on the roads
i buss case, the flying squad didn’t like that
cause they wanted me sitting down like by bash
and if you come around my flats
i let the strally ring, bada bing like banks
no games when we step out the car
you can get yourself slumped in front of your dargs
stop fronting like the ends you’re repping is hard
if any team’s running the roads, it’s definitely ours
the best with the bars plus we push the hard food, dubs and the dark
link my n*gga big squeeks, he’s in tufnell park
now i’m on the road to riches in the fast lane
double clutching, i’m tryna get it the fast way

[verse 7: squeeks]
i’m fly, fly, i’m fly as f*ck
bow bow bow, make you bite the dust
growing up in my hood, it weren’t easy trust
i ain’t gonna rest till my p’s is up
i said i’m fly, fly, i’m fly as f*ck
bow bow bow, make you bite the dust
growing up in my hood, it weren’t easy trust
i ain’t gonna rest till my p’s is up

[verse 8: joe blacks]
you got certain bruddas stunting like they’re rider men
do your research, ’03, i was a rider then
i keep it real with my listeners, i don’t lie to them
i’ve rid out before and i’ll ride again
diss a n*gga in my circle, i’ma ride for them
catch you slipping your mercs and i’ma light your benz
i’ve calmed down, i’m tired of living my life in pen
but it’s like these d*ckheads want me on a hype again
so if you see me pulling out the strap
it’s one, two, three, four bullets in your back
no point running when i pull it out the bag
nice aim turn your brain to rice pudding with the mac
the slug’s got his name on it, once i get my aim on him
straight head shot, i’ma take his brain off him
so you can love me or leave me alone
or catch a couple sweets in the dome, you can easily go
you can keep the fame
my money’s for my solicitors, no legal aid
miss meredith took control of my recent case
mr not guilty, why you think i beat the case?
i stay on my known sh*t, ask about me, i been around
school of hard knocks, i graduated from weed to brown
linked up with squeeks and banks
needed suttin hard, i hollered at weezy brown
i can’t see ’em
these haters, they’re mad, they’re p*ssed, they can’t be him
i’m feeling flipping bait
they’re gathering intelligence, they’re tryna bill a case
i’m tryna get away, it’s the same sh*t different day
until they lock me away, i’m chasing the lizzy mate
love, honour, obey, i came up the izzy way

- joe black lyrics

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