Lyrics DJ Khaled – The Streets

DJ Khaled:
It’s DJ Khaled, we the best
Shareefa, let’s take it to the ghetto

Shareefa:

Talk is cheap, these bitches ain’t valid
She in my lane, nigga I doubt it
Bout my bread, I’m chacing my doe
Always keep your enomies close
Down to ride, your people get ready
That be me in a pimped out Chevy
DTP, oh yes it’s me
You can’t stop me now, cause I’m hot right now
You can’t stop me, no, you can’t hold me back
Everytime I try to leave, these suckers pull me back

Oh my god, this life so crazy
Hustling to feed our babys
Times get hard, indeed I know
Raised without anything
Go for mine, don’t wait for nobody
Tell me who want it, cause nigga I got it
DTP, oh yes it’s me
Second time I’m Disturbing Tha Peace

Willy Northpole:
On the street corner, got a duffle bag, boy
A bag of chips, call me the Ruffle bag boy
Yes I’m Cyrus, a hustler’s virus
I’m infected, injected, money, power, respected
Necklace gloabal, wreckless flow
X’s and Os, thug in the streets
Willy ruthlis, DTP, the money is stupid like dufis
Drop the roof is
The proof is I’m nice in the booth
Rappers get booted right in they tooth
If rappers want to, might as well shoot this
Back on it on the north with the Reefer
An Internet popper, and I can delete ya
I’m from the streets with killers and creatures
And I’m a drug dealer preacher

Shareefa:
Oh my god, this life so crazy
Hustling to feed our babys
Times get hard, indeed I know
Raised without anything
Go for mine, don’t wait for nobody
Tell me who want it, cause nigga I got it
DTP, oh yes it’s me
Second time I’m Disturbing Tha Peace