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LYRICS: DJ Khaled – THESE STREETS KNOW MY NAME

LYRICS: DJ Khaled – THESE STREETS KNOW MY NAME
DJ Khaled – GOD DID

LYRICS: DJ Khaled – THESE STREETS KNOW MY NAME

[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 [?] everywhere

DJ Khaled boom di beat and I kill di beat

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 fucking 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

Mex

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