Streets of New York Lyrics
| Song | Streets of New York |
| Artist | Kool G Rap & DJ Polo |
| Album | Wanted: Dead or Alive |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| In the streets of new york | |
| Dope fiends are leaning for morphine | |
| The tv screen followed the homicide scenes | |
| You live here, you're taking a chance | |
| So look and i take one glance, there's a man inside an ambulance | |
| Crowds are getting louder, i wonder how the | |
| People want to go fight for the white powder | |
| People hanging in spots | |
| They waited until the blocks got hot | |
| And got raided by the cops | |
| I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain | |
| His whole life remains inside a bottle of night train | |
| Another man got his clothes in a sack | |
| Cause he spent every dime of his rent playing blackjack | |
| And there's the poor little sister | |
| She has a little baby daughter | |
| Named sonya and sonya has pneumonia | |
| So why's her mother in a club unzipped though? | |
| Yo that's her job, sonya's mommy is a bar stripper | |
| Drug dealers drive around looking hard | |
| Knowing they're sending their brothers and sisters to the graveyard | |
| Every day is a main event, some old lady limps | |
| The pushers and pimps eat shrimps | |
| It gets tiring, the sight of a gun firing | |
| They must desire for the sound of a siren | |
| A bag lady dies in an alleyway | |
| She's seen the last of her days inside the subways | |
| More and more down the slope, the kid couldn't cope | |
| So he stole somebody's dope and a gold rope | |
| Now my son's on the run, he's a wanted one | |
| Had fun then was done by a shotgun | |
| Upstairs i cover my ears and tears | |
| The man downstairs must have drank too many beers | |
| Cause every day of his life he beats his wife | |
| Till one night she decides to pull a butcher knife | |
| Blind man plays the sax | |
| A tune called he arms on my moms show railroad tracks?many lives are cut short | |
| That's when you're living | |
| In the streets of new york | |
| Baby needs new shoes | |
| But his papa uses all the money for booze | |
| A young girl is undressed in the back seat of a caddy | |
| Calling some man daddy | |
| Three men slain inside an apartment | |
| All you could see was the sparks when it darkened | |
| Daylight broke, cops roll on the scene | |
| The drug war, daily routine | |
| Gambling spots, just a poor man's jackpot | |
| You winning a lot, you get shot | |
| The drug dealing fanatics | |
| But you don't want no static | |
| Cause they got crack addicts with automatics | |
| Shoot-outs for a desire for territory | |
| A kid got caught in the crossfire | |
| A tired mother can't take no more | |
| She grab the bottle full of sleeping pills and took about 24 | |
| Human beings are laying on the pavement | |
| Cause they're a part of a mental enslavement | |
| The cop snipers, little babies in dirty diapers | |
| This type of life is making you hyper | |
| People scouting a torched-out building | |
| And got killed when the cold air filled in | |
| Is hell really suggested? | |
| No more persons arrested, a child molested | |
| A little kid says, "yo | |
| I got a color tv, cd player and car stereo | |
| And all i want is a castle | |
| I also got a .38, don't give me no hassle" | |
| One kid heads straight for the top | |
| And gets stopped and popped by a crooked cop | |
| Look behind you when you walk | |
| That's how it is in the streets of new york |
| In the streets of new york | |
| Dope fiends are leaning for morphine | |
| The tv screen followed the homicide scenes | |
| You live here, you' re taking a chance | |
| So look and i take one glance, there' s a man inside an ambulance | |
| Crowds are getting louder, i wonder how the | |
| People want to go fight for the white powder | |
| People hanging in spots | |
| They waited until the blocks got hot | |
| And got raided by the cops | |
| I' ll explain the man sleeping in the rain | |
| His whole life remains inside a bottle of night train | |
| Another man got his clothes in a sack | |
| Cause he spent every dime of his rent playing blackjack | |
| And there' s the poor little sister | |
| She has a little baby daughter | |
| Named sonya and sonya has pneumonia | |
| So why' s her mother in a club unzipped though? | |
| Yo that' s her job, sonya' s mommy is a bar stripper | |
| Drug dealers drive around looking hard | |
| Knowing they' re sending their brothers and sisters to the graveyard | |
| Every day is a main event, some old lady limps | |
| The pushers and pimps eat shrimps | |
| It gets tiring, the sight of a gun firing | |
| They must desire for the sound of a siren | |
| A bag lady dies in an alleyway | |
| She' s seen the last of her days inside the subways | |
| More and more down the slope, the kid couldn' t cope | |
| So he stole somebody' s dope and a gold rope | |
| Now my son' s on the run, he' s a wanted one | |
| Had fun then was done by a shotgun | |
| Upstairs i cover my ears and tears | |
| The man downstairs must have drank too many beers | |
| Cause every day of his life he beats his wife | |
| Till one night she decides to pull a butcher knife | |
| Blind man plays the sax | |
| A tune called he arms on my moms show railroad tracks? many lives are cut short | |
| That' s when you' re living | |
| In the streets of new york | |
| Baby needs new shoes | |
| But his papa uses all the money for booze | |
| A young girl is undressed in the back seat of a caddy | |
| Calling some man daddy | |
| Three men slain inside an apartment | |
| All you could see was the sparks when it darkened | |
| Daylight broke, cops roll on the scene | |
| The drug war, daily routine | |
| Gambling spots, just a poor man' s jackpot | |
| You winning a lot, you get shot | |
| The drug dealing fanatics | |
| But you don' t want no static | |
| Cause they got crack addicts with automatics | |
| Shootouts for a desire for territory | |
| A kid got caught in the crossfire | |
| A tired mother can' t take no more | |
| She grab the bottle full of sleeping pills and took about 24 | |
| Human beings are laying on the pavement | |
| Cause they' re a part of a mental enslavement | |
| The cop snipers, little babies in dirty diapers | |
| This type of life is making you hyper | |
| People scouting a torchedout building | |
| And got killed when the cold air filled in | |
| Is hell really suggested? | |
| No more persons arrested, a child molested | |
| A little kid says, " yo | |
| I got a color tv, cd player and car stereo | |
| And all i want is a castle | |
| I also got a . 38, don' t give me no hassle" | |
| One kid heads straight for the top | |
| And gets stopped and popped by a crooked cop | |
| Look behind you when you walk | |
| That' s how it is in the streets of new york |
| In the streets of new york | |
| Dope fiends are leaning for morphine | |
| The tv screen followed the homicide scenes | |
| You live here, you' re taking a chance | |
| So look and i take one glance, there' s a man inside an ambulance | |
| Crowds are getting louder, i wonder how the | |
| People want to go fight for the white powder | |
| People hanging in spots | |
| They waited until the blocks got hot | |
| And got raided by the cops | |
| I' ll explain the man sleeping in the rain | |
| His whole life remains inside a bottle of night train | |
| Another man got his clothes in a sack | |
| Cause he spent every dime of his rent playing blackjack | |
| And there' s the poor little sister | |
| She has a little baby daughter | |
| Named sonya and sonya has pneumonia | |
| So why' s her mother in a club unzipped though? | |
| Yo that' s her job, sonya' s mommy is a bar stripper | |
| Drug dealers drive around looking hard | |
| Knowing they' re sending their brothers and sisters to the graveyard | |
| Every day is a main event, some old lady limps | |
| The pushers and pimps eat shrimps | |
| It gets tiring, the sight of a gun firing | |
| They must desire for the sound of a siren | |
| A bag lady dies in an alleyway | |
| She' s seen the last of her days inside the subways | |
| More and more down the slope, the kid couldn' t cope | |
| So he stole somebody' s dope and a gold rope | |
| Now my son' s on the run, he' s a wanted one | |
| Had fun then was done by a shotgun | |
| Upstairs i cover my ears and tears | |
| The man downstairs must have drank too many beers | |
| Cause every day of his life he beats his wife | |
| Till one night she decides to pull a butcher knife | |
| Blind man plays the sax | |
| A tune called he arms on my moms show railroad tracks? many lives are cut short | |
| That' s when you' re living | |
| In the streets of new york | |
| Baby needs new shoes | |
| But his papa uses all the money for booze | |
| A young girl is undressed in the back seat of a caddy | |
| Calling some man daddy | |
| Three men slain inside an apartment | |
| All you could see was the sparks when it darkened | |
| Daylight broke, cops roll on the scene | |
| The drug war, daily routine | |
| Gambling spots, just a poor man' s jackpot | |
| You winning a lot, you get shot | |
| The drug dealing fanatics | |
| But you don' t want no static | |
| Cause they got crack addicts with automatics | |
| Shootouts for a desire for territory | |
| A kid got caught in the crossfire | |
| A tired mother can' t take no more | |
| She grab the bottle full of sleeping pills and took about 24 | |
| Human beings are laying on the pavement | |
| Cause they' re a part of a mental enslavement | |
| The cop snipers, little babies in dirty diapers | |
| This type of life is making you hyper | |
| People scouting a torchedout building | |
| And got killed when the cold air filled in | |
| Is hell really suggested? | |
| No more persons arrested, a child molested | |
| A little kid says, " yo | |
| I got a color tv, cd player and car stereo | |
| And all i want is a castle | |
| I also got a . 38, don' t give me no hassle" | |
| One kid heads straight for the top | |
| And gets stopped and popped by a crooked cop | |
| Look behind you when you walk | |
| That' s how it is in the streets of new york |
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