These Streets Know My Name Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
Blessed is the man that walk in hot
In the coast of the ungodly
No sanity, ways of sinners (Yeah, man a Eastsyde)
Great is Jah (Judgment, yeah)
And greatly to be praised (We The Best Music)
In the city of our Jah, in the mountain of his holiness (Sizzla)
Another one, DJ Khaled (Easy)

[Verse 1: Skillibeng]
Alien baddest, I stay wid a 'matic
And doh play wid di baddest, and doh run di Khaled
Never believe in no [?], dat's why you roll di chopstick
Supm long like a mopstick, shoot as [?]
Expert shoot at di Mavericks, wid di broom, dem a bun dis
Fire knock dis, a wi have di [?]
I keep, gi dem bwoy di [?]
A baby dem [?]
Wull a di way put dung [?] everywhеre
DJ Khaled boom di beat and I kill di bеat
Cyaan fling di [?], yeah, Eastsyde is in di lead, you nuh disbelieve, a expensive feature
Saw some [?], di bwoy smile enuh, got [?] later
Bwoy dem [?] fi hold a paper
Do my [?], nuh fear, investigate
And know mi roots like cultivation, I love Jamaica, hype off mi grades and I start di paper
Buy so shot di face on it, calculator
[?], Eastsyde get di cash [?]
Eastsyde a rule from [?]
Smaddy go tell mi teacher seh di [?]
School alone [?], I love mi f*cking occupation
Not a [?], Skilli pon a beat is like [?]
Suh di place a bun dung every fire station
[?] without di flame, a alien invasion
Money makers
[Chorus: Shyne]
Yeah, oh, yeah
These streets knows my name (Yeah, Murder)
These legs knows my pain (Yeah)
Oi, [?] haffi feel disappointed and shame
More education and more wealth, no, dem waan [?], dem waan [?] go
Ah, yuh haffi know how fi get inna yuh

[Verse 2: Buju Banton]
Cah dem fi know wi nah go friend dem up
Mi seh anytime yuh ready, jus send dem up
An' when mi bun dem up an' bun dem up an' end dem up
Babylon stay independent cah dem pen dem up
Yeah, my turn, slavery, a dat a end dem up
Buju Banton, Sizzla and Khaled ago friend dem up
Kill across, Skillibeng haffi go pen dem up
Di fyah, dat haffi go bun dem, alright
When yuh see di nation (Mek mi tell yuh), no violation (Suh wi tell 'em)
Tell 'em liberation (Now wi tell 'em), tell 'em reparation, woi
When yuh see Jah nation (Mek mi tell yuh), no segregation (Suh wi tell 'em)
Open aspiration (Now wi tell 'em), haffi bun up Satan, weh dem a wait pon? [Chorus: Shyne]
These streets knows my name (Yeah, Murder)
These legs knows my pain (Yeah)
Oi, [?] haffi feel disappointed and shame
[?] meditation when di cold stops di flame
Bwoy, yuh fi put di respect pon wi name
[?]
[Verse 3: Capleton]
Well, keep and waste dem and run it and di killa mek di woman clap
Wi bang and properly use, stand dem up and nuh scammer chat
Di bomb a chop a robber 'cah di Don a chop
Legendary stop, don't switch back, [?] dat
Dem shoulda know, mi watch a Patek and mi chin a blind dem eye
And cyaan depress it, and a send it back like a reply
Dem ting dem cyaan run in dis, nuff nose between dem eyes
Skilli' roll up wid a hundred, third eye
Wi roll up inna these rides, Louis V slide
Chant right like a street light, weh yuh feel like?
Extra clip weh wi carry have thirty, heat, nine
Yuh nuh waan Eastsyde, buss head in three side
Tell dem seh yuh waan come cut off, [faith?] dem nuh run dung
Fat buss head like [?] blood a [?] out pon dem clock
Dem know a different [?], yuh waan [?] and chat
Ask di street cah wi been bad

[Chorus: Shyne]
These streets know my name (Yeah, Murder)
These legs knows my pain (Yeah)
Oi, [?] haffi feel disappointed and shame
Oi, more friends
But a weh dem touch it fah?
More fire, more, more, more flames
[Verse 4: Bounty Killer]
Expect house a [?], we be out [?]
Never gonna get me givin' up, we goin' all the way
The opps and the dance, yeah, the cuts and the bruise, uh
Mi system messin' up, yeah, but we all got the juice
And di [?] linger better if it sit back and loose, uh
My brothers and my sisters all over the news
That's what we do, yeah, we burn out corruption
And big up your group, yeah, dem watch how wi function
What next to do when yuh reach out di junction?
And 'bout to slam, givin' up ain't an option
Hands up, hands up
The limit is the sky
Hands up, hands up
The limit is the sky
They can't do the damage, get the package, I'm out
Gettin' the money, that's why the hit all about

[Chorus: Shyne]
These streets knows my name (Yeah, Murder)
These legs knows my pain (Yeah)
[?] haffi feel disappointed and shame
They ain't believe in us
Jamaica did

[Outro]
Fire, yeah, oi

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