a vampire

[Intro] Uh uh, yeah What? [Verse 1] You got a problem, well I got some problem solvers My .357 and .38 revolvers, they hit the hardest Lyrical bangers that's stainless Like Billy the Kid I'll make you famous To remainders and claim this rappin' force, take no shorts Motivatin', never waitin', stay debatin' 'Cause there's no escapin', it's all about elevatin' Little nigga from the South Side part of Queens Where sons loot fast, get blast over material things Change, diamond rings, Lex GS for gangster lean Drive-by's from wisе guys, family cries from true lies From East to Wеst, whoever come test our body Catchin' felonies, livin' longevity like Joe Gotti 16 years old, like a vampire, my blood is cold When I'm rhymin', shinin' like a diamond, other rappers seen a foe Well you lucked out, rappin' that same rhyme, you're struck out Get the fuck out, lyrical gats about to shoot out (Pow-pow) 'Cause player haters is hatin', real crews is what you're facin' Cream rules everythin', niggas is paper chasin' Crime related, sat back with two gats Then debated, made a couple of moves No time to lose, money, we gotta make it 'Cause it gotta be, smokin' constantly We the [?], to be or not to be Street Connect will be the death of me [Verse 2] A-yo my destiny's stayin' alive, forget my enemy The Hennessy had me thinkin' that the shit is risky I'm from Poughkeepsie, while I'm dealin', funny feelings hit me Outta-towners with the pounders, I know they wanna get me Criminal and the visual thing 'cause it's predictable Niggas is miserable, askin' our pay is pitiful For phony, fake, sick snake niggas that need devil [?] In my eyes, no niggas better than you if you want it You tryna get it, never forget it Melons get splitted off that ''He say, she say'' gospel Stick up kids are plottin' shots to rock you We must communicate, operate with our options We just be clockin', push the weight to get the cheddar Tommy Hill knitted sweater, livin' better with the Beretta Whatever's clever, sippin' on Amaretto Keepin' it real on the block, always and forever Qualification, you're not my fam, it's no relation Throwin' gats in respiration, stoppin' all circulation The medication is the weed, Rémy and Moët Niggas don't know me, I went from brace to a blowie [Chorus] If you wanna get down and you don't roll, we rollin' over you Drug riches, destiny and sheisty bitches If you wanna get down and you don't roll, we rollin' over you My soldiers runnin' with gats and they hoes is uncontrollable [Verse 3] Stop glamourizin', the temperature's risin', they guns is bustin' (Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck) Police handcuffin', guards walkin' the street's puffin' (Yo) but that's nothin' (Yeah) They got us movin' cautious and quickly So try to get me, I'm more leery when I'm tipsy And ambitious, lacin' things, somethin' ridiculous I end the New Year like Saint Nicholas and have (Woo) you sick of this The wickedest with visions, head-on collisions Decisions that almost got me bullet incisions And tell from the crip with burgundy lips and roach clips All up in the club with nowhere for drinks and dollar tips (What) See, my cock, you gotta fuck me for free No diggity, I gots to be in your dreams like a monster Laid the fuck up in the cut, smokin' ganja [?] In New York with a scallop like Lou Or ya smoke ass on my new, get the boot like Camp Clik I amp shit and write about the story in the pamphlet Handle it, my mind is eternally candlelit [Verse 4] Street connect clique rollin', holdin', posin' Takin' flicks on some neck shit, makin' moves to correct it Hustlin' earlier than breakfast to put the ice on my necklace Watch your step 'cause I'm reckless Life is precious, choose the presence or the essence Things revolve around my cipher like sun, stars and crescents The lessons, my obsession for the Street Connect session The texts know we care about us gettin' paid Like the legal aid on stage, explicit lyrics we blaze It's a phase, all we got left is days Blaze the dutch cheese as my diamonds gleam Niggas came and touched me But luckily I keep the vest under my rugby (Yo) Street connect, 40 projects is where my thugs be You violated QCF nigga, you show no love for me (No love) Fuck a name on wax, you got to deal with this True lyricist, Street Connect, yeah we be the realest You sat on weak but now my brain speak to make you feel this Hittin' sounds got your head numb like pain killers [Chorus] If you wanna get down and you don't roll, we rollin' over you Drug riches, destiny and sheisty bitches If you wanna get down and you don't roll, we rollin' over you My soldiers runnin' with gats and they hoes is uncontrollable If you wanna get down and you don't roll, we rollin' over you Drug riches, destiny and sheisty bitches If you wanna get down and you don't roll, we rollin' over you My soldiers runnin' with gats and they hoes is uncontrollable [Outro] Yeah, yeah Put it up yeah, yeah, yeah Put it up yeah, yeah, yeah Put it up yeah, put the hands up yeah