Lyrics Streets of new york Kool G Rap

Streets of new york

In the streets of New York

Dope fiends are leaning for morphine

The TV screen followed the homicide scenes

You live here, you're taking a chance

So look and I take one glance, there's a man inside an ambulance

Crowds are getting louder, I wonder how the

People want to go fight for the white powder

People hanging in spots

They waited until the blocks got hot

And got raided by the cops

I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain

His whole life remains inside a bottle of Night Train

Another man got his clothes in a sack

Cause he spent every dime of his rent playing blackjack

And there's the poor little sister

She has a little baby daughter

Named Sonya and Sonya has pneumonia

So why's her mother in a club unzipped though?

Yo that's her job, Sonya's mommy is a bar stripper

Drug dealers drive around looking hard

Knowing they're sending their brothers and sisters to the graveyard

Every day is a main event, some old lady limps

The pushers and pimps eat shrimps

It gets tiring, the sight of a gun firing

They must desire for the sound of a siren

A bag lady dies in an alleyway

She's seen the last of her days inside the subways

More and more down the slope, the kid couldn't cope

So he stole somebody's dope and a gold rope

Now my son's on the run, he's a wanted one

Had fun then was done by a shotgun

Upstairs I cover my ears and tears

The man downstairs must have drank too many beers

Cause every day of his life he beats his wife

Till one night she decides to pull a butcher knife

Blind man plays the sax

A tune called “
The Arms on My Moms Show Railroad Tracks�

Many lives are cut short

That's when you're living

In the streets of New York



Baby needs new shoes

But his papa uses all the money for booze

A young girl is undressed in the back seat of a Caddy

Calling some man Daddy

Three men slain inside an apartment

All you could see was the sparks when it darkened

Daylight broke, cops roll on the scene

The drug war, daily routine

Gambling spots, just a poor man's jackpot

You winning a lot, youg et shot

The drug dealing fanatics

But you don't want no static

Cause they got crack addicts with automatics

Shoot-outs for a desire for territory

A kid got caught in the crossfire

A tired mother can't take no more

She grab the bottle full of sleeping pills and took about 24

Human beings are laying on the pavement

Cause they're a part of a mental enslavement

The cop snipers, little babies in dirty diapers

This type of life is making you hyper

People scouting a torched-out building

And got killed when the cold air filled in

Is hell really suggested?

No more persons arrested, a child molested

A little kid says, "Yo

I got a color TV, CD player and car stereo

And all I want is a castle

I also got a .38, don't give me no hassle"

One kid heads straight for the top

And gets stopped and popped by a crooked cop

Look behind you when you walk

That's how it is in the streets of New York