In These Streets Lyrics - Black Friday - Jay Rock

Jay Rock, well connected in these streets, I'm a legend 

Testified, the reason why your momma dialed 9-11 

Ride for my line, no questions gotta stay alive 

Stay inside if you tryna subside a homicide 

It's suicide to test me, the iron if you press me 

They say the game cold but I don't know Wayne Gretzky 

Keep the flamethrower in my coat if you disrespect 

The clips' known to make a scene when I hit the set 

Play your cards right or hit the deck 

The tech hit your flesh and your silhouette 

Corner store carnivores 

Fiends schemin', "what the fuck you want a quarter for?" 

I make a drop off, then I order more 

I'm with the killers and the thieves, hide your Audemar 

And if I got the thumper, I'mma hit you with it 

Blood, I'm on 112 obitual with it 

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We on the avenue, we on the boulevard 

We blockin' off the block, we corner corner-shops 

We in the street, we in the street 

We in the street, we in the street 

Mmm, smellin' like dinner time 

You got a five star mill on you, give me mines 

And when I take it make sure you don't drop any dimes 

You play Magic Earvin 

You gon' see a black burner and a black turban 

That's a black mask 

And tell your bitch to get that necklace out her handbag 

You see it's cutthroat 

And my reality is cut dope and gun smoke 

Another casualty the family in the front row of the church pews 

A politician don't understand a hood nigga' views 

You see them devils in them black and whites 

And hit the lights, we hit them corners like Regis on a Monday night 

I'm in the spot like a dalmation 

Bake a cookie dinner, nigga break it, go 'head nigga taste it 

You know I keep them goodies in the oven 

Dawg it's nothin' want a dish, say somethin' 

Holla at me 

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Smack the back of my hand with a fresh pack 

At the meeting the homies know I press facts 

Can't ignore that he-say, she-say 

He pillow talk, what she say, he say 

On Keeway, they wanna see me in the pen 

Gettin' ends tryin' not to fall completely into sin 

Ever been in a trap where everywhere you turn 

You learn it won't help for you to make a U-turn 

Been through bullshit it only made the S better 

Recorded with Cube, arguably the best ever 

Ask me, it gotta be a conspiracy 

Still, no hate in my spirit, see 

They keep my reputation like "why are you the worst" 

No matter how you rehearse they don't vibe through the verse 

Will my world wide web ever hit these fans 

Only God knows, it's out of 50's hands