Artist: Kid Capri f/ Nas Album: Soundtrack to the Streets Song: Soundtrack to the Streets Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Kid] Yeahhhhh! [Nas] Uhh, QB [Kid] All the people in the place! It's the one and only Kid Capri [Nas] Uhh, TM nigga [Kid] Along with my man Nas Escobar [Nas] Ill Will [Kid] We about to take this one all around the world So y'all feel this one, come on! Verse One: Nas My antidote to the dope add drugs in the party Pistol-whippin your body lyrical oddessey Y'all ain't smoke real shit less y'all smokin with me And y'all ain't heard real shit, til you heard it from me Escobar, I toasted with Frank White, to this new era of gangster life, slangin words in the mic Thanks to the life, I urge y'all to write pain You a whore to the war, I remain a virgin that's tight This game I'ma run til it's done, stack my funds Packin guns, clean each gat, once a month Hope ya toast carry heavy as the vest on your chest Hope you squeeze it cause you're only safe from stomach to chest Everything else, left open, I'm smokin Next to your balls, police won't even question at all It's the Esc- to the -bar, connects in ?Piar? Overlord of rap, U.S. France to Ecuodar Chorus: Nas Have you ever met a QB gangsta, who would shake your hand and turn ya back he would shank ya? Niggaz want the street you lookin for me You want the hot shit you must cop the Kid Capri Ladies dance to it, niggaz pound that in your Jeep Esco' and Kid Capri, with the motherfuckin Soundtrack to the Street, thugs pop to it, sell rocks to it Puffin L's poppin glocks to it Verse Two: Nas Me and the streets share the same vein, same pain The whole game changed, niggaz with no brain could make dough off of cocaine, Colombian neckties Democrats to Bill Clinton gotta respect Nas Customized flow, words stitched into the seams Tailor made lyrics words fit ya, spit scripture worship Far from Ali, niggaz can't spar with the kid Regardless of your bid or who you partners with Spit, cartridges at so-called hard ni-ggaz You get, sparked and hit, held as hostages You know how the mobsters is from the heart of the Bridge We just started gettin dough, yo pardon the kid I ain't used to havin shit, my youth as bad as it get Ghetto bound first lesson was to let off rounds Shots, echo the town, New York, home of the Harlem mix tape, master as we all know him now Chorus Verse Three: Nas Uhh, what? Kid Capri Soundtrack to the Street a theme for every hood Every lockdown facility, get ?oxed? down for grillin me Write down hostility, iced down with friends of ours Respect money and power and them honies that swallow But what's becomin Apollo, nuttin but bigga bank Fuck you niggaz think I ride for? Same thing niggaz die for, so we draw guns the same time in this war, leave your mind on the floor Niggaz doin thirty to life to survive in this world Transportin keys that's inside of a door Openin spots from Little Rock to Baltimore Smoked out, chillin on the Kid Capri world tour Chorus [Kid Capri] Yeah Word up, come on We make it bump one time word up My man Nas make it bump one time come on Come on, we make it bump one time word up The Kid Capri make it bump one time come on Chorus [Kid Capri] And I say party people, it's the Kid Capri Nas Escobar, Soundtrack to the Streets Jumpin off, youknowhatI'msayin? You a part of history, stay tuned, uh!