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Crack in the Street
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records

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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%


Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%


Category:
Urban


Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap


Keywords:
Alley, Barrio, City, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Laid Back, Ominous, Prison, Scary, Street, Urban


Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Strings, Synthesizer


BPM:
94


Key:
Gm


Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo


Time Signature:
4/4


Lyrics:
Crack in the Street

CRACK IN THE STREET

CHORUS

Crack in the street too much heat
I cant get no relief gonna run you down
To the ground till you cant make another sound

VERSE 1

Every heat in the laps with enough street caps
To make that mistake gun claps no daps
To make fools of an enemy hustler
Bustler just to make a buster trust her
Take a permanent nap now I got a backpack
At the pad with the rad semiautomatic fad
Of these kids with mad dreams fiending for the stream of
Greenbacks snatched from the midst of adolescence
With no repentance shorty call the crew back
Aint no amount of crack gonna get your life back
Told you once im the mack of this game
Slap you with the shame same

CHORUS

VERSE 2

Laid back im the mack don't hate just get a sack
Of the doja I told ya id be back you know me 6'5" live
At the wide down electric its hectic its misfits with no business
Get ya hustle move on we at the long beach side of the song
Im the bomb funkadelic if I tell it be too nasty she asked me
Yo you know where I could get that rock from?
Talk about prolifically said you no go in the side of the snow
Cook it up and rocked talking automatic walkin' talking crazy shiznit
Get with bizzel trick I nizzell slick substance

CHORUS

VERSE 3

Its not the roughness just the justice
I just want to get the rough biz but my cousin
Lives in that same insane the same vein
Like a thief addicted to relief hell steal the seat
From under your peeps it's the old school pimp flow
Just to let you know know
I do get the dough dough oh so opposite
Of slow soul so I get a runnin of a dozen
Sacks of that soul substance jack
Now my backs tweaked deep like a knife
In the back of another crackhead beds made might sleep
But I thought I saw these fools creep
After me in the laid back chevy that's heavy

CHORUS

VERSE 4

She got a big big belly messin with this kid named Delly
Pumpin sytems with that Nelly now you damned smelly
Cant get no relief in the crack strewn streets now my peace
Is this piece that I keep with me on the daily gotta fight like Israeli
Soldiers I told ya I hold the head of my man fed lead in his system
Two in the leg one in the chest no protection no resurrection
For this chosen direction perfection this lesson is lessened by these
Same seeds guessin' get life lessons from the grip of a gun
And it aint no fun runnin these streets tryin to get relief

CHORUS



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