Streets On Fire Lyrics


Lyrics to 'Streets On Fire' by Young Scooter:

–Intro–
Black Amigo Scooter set the streets on fire
Paper chasin’ this money, I ain’t gon’ never retire

–Chorus–
Black Amigo Scooter set the streets on fire
Paper chasin’ this money, I ain’t gon’ never retire
Everybody snitchin’ so them birds gettin’ higher
The feds they know everything, the streets on fire

–Verse 1–
My brother caught a nine, could’ve got a fifty (free Blacka)
All this iced out Eliantte cost me five fifty
I took a nine and a split and charged him thirteen fifty
I sold a nigga ten bricks and count ’til five fifty
Future just went number one four times in a row
Jugghouse on a one way, I got four in a row
I sold more pounds than Boston George, motherfuck Diego
I just stuffed a thousand pounds in a Winnebago
Yeah the streets on fire
Call the fireman ’cause the streets on fire
Half you rappers prostitutes, real dick riders
Anybody searchin’ for them falcons, I got ’em

[Chorus]
Black Amigo Scooter set the streets on fire
Paper chasin’ this money, I ain’t gon’ never retire
Everybody snitchin’ so them birds gettin’ higher
The feds they know everything, the streets on fire
Black Amigo Scooter set the streets on fire
Paper chasin’ this money, I ain’t gon’ never retire
Everybody snitchin’ so them birds gettin’ higher
The feds they know everything, the streets on fire

–Verse 2–
The block hot, the feds hot, and the pot hot
Pull up in a hard top, pull off drop top
I’m a keep on making juggs ’til my heart stop
I’m a 80’s baby, school of the hard knocks
I don’t know how I survived these streets, dear lord I’m thankful
I’m off probation, they done took them shackles off my ankle
Stop that hating, I put a bag on you and let them paint you
These dope boy stories, I rap ’em, beat these pictures I be paintin’
Yeah the streets on fire
Call the fireman ’cause the streets on fire
Fifty bands a week, why would I fuckin’ retire?
That’s just off the gas, I got hard and powder

–Chorus–
Black Amigo Scooter set the streets on fire
Paper chasin’ this money, I ain’t gon’ never retire
Everybody snitchin’ so them birds gettin’ higher
The feds they know everything, the streets on fire
Black Amigo Scooter set the streets on fire
Paper chasin’ this money, I ain’t gon’ never retire
Everybody snitchin’ so them birds gettin’ higher
The feds they know everything, the streets on fire

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