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werd of mouph – 4 da streets كلمات اغاني

werd of mouph – “4 da streets”
[emcee(s): [?], [?], and [?]]
[producer(s): dj jazz]

[verse 1: [?]]
we do it for the
old heads and young boys, fistfights and gun wars
house parties and dim lights, fly honeys and skin-tights
[?] remind me of a different world
we spint the bottle, played “catch-a-girl, get-a-girl”
[?] block parties and barbeques
cruised the avenues for any flirts, chicks in miniskirts
i’ll sit back, sipping on the mystic, reminiscent
of how we used to kick it. the kids we used to roll with
are toting 9’s, doing time for committing crimes
and that’s the way it is. cream is the bottom line
therefore, we hustle with the muscle to survive
the struggle. trouble is double on these streets that we honor
my mental silence [?] my peoples that was put to rest
‘cause trying times’ll change these boys to men. nonetheless
i know the code is evident, i’m never hesitant
now when we represent, it’s for the residents (it’s for the residents)

[hook: [?]] (x2)
if you have
no code, you have you no honor. see, we don’t act
but if you want, then we can bring the drama. it’s werd of mouph
we represent the illadelph’, foul pa c-i-
-t-y until the day we die

[verse 2: [?]]
i’ll walk the
streets of my enemies, stake claims to victories
smack hoods for goods, trying to take my place in history
so, yo, remember me, [?], first to advance to
the fame from the broken wastelands. i’ll play my hand
the jakes, undercovers, and feds, bullets and bloodshed
the players and the roughnecks (the n-ggas living suspect)
when money’s on my mind, i’ll maintain, let you recite my full
name. we’re smoking lies that i seen with my third eye
take any cess from all the vets that slept on werd of mouph
they claim the rules weren’t kept (we break it down). riding this
beat like it’s a lex jeep. lo from my head to my
toe. i know you dig the sound—philly’s the town
seven-digit-chasing, trying to make it out the bas-m-nts
the plans of me and my fam microphone oasis
the sons of danger holding n-ggas like a hanger
shooting them up with dust, casanova’s not a stranger
(my peers) they raised me through the tears, stuck my hand
through the years. some rest in peace, others living in fear
(bless ‘em all) the streets raised me up, giving a f-ck. i thought
jordans and a gold chain was living it up

[verse 3: [?]]
call me
that bullet with no direction, smack the innocent
hit you when you least expect it. wake up, recognize
family don’t need protection. to be the best in this
profession, yo, my crew is destined (we hold our own). death
to the f-cking second-guesser. it come in threes. better
eat them wheaties when you test us. we bring hip hop to
their knees from the conversations. with this mic, raise
the life another bad creation (it’s for the st–z)
switch my pitch, meet the sickest werd of mouph pals
representer [?] hurt ya
flows defined as murder, wise as martin luther
deadly as raw s-x, shooting-up blood transfusion, makes
the ruckus so your ears’ll need crutches. untouchable
you can see me now, but that was only déjà vu
split crews in twos [?] walk through like [?]
foes are frozen. leave trails of black roses—get
the picture? run and hide. if you claim you’re fly, i’ll
smoke you from the roof like your [?]
you’re sl!ck, but you slipped. now your choices: quit or get
that -ss bit by that rapping pit. lock him up!

- werd of mouph

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