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[Lyrics] DJ Khaled – THESE STREETS KNOW MY NAME (ft. Skillibeng, Buju Banton, Capleton, Bounty Killer & Sizzla) Lyrics

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Blessed is the man that walketh not
In the council of the ungodly (yuh sih)
No sanity, ways of sinners (yeah, man, a EastSyde)
Great is Jah (judgment yard)
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 (yuh sih)

Alien badness, I stay wid a ‘matic
And don’t play wid di badness, and don’t ramp with Khaled
Never believe in us, God did, dat’s why we roll wid chopstick (God did)
Sum’n long like a moptick, shootas don’t need no practice
Expert shooter, di Mavericks, wid di broom, dem are bandits
Fire not miss, a wi have di chalice a keep
Gi’ dem bwoy deh a nappy, a baby dem, God see
Wul a di weight go dung pon me, heavyweight
DJ Khaled boom di beat and I kill di beat, me can fling lyrics
Yeah, EastSyde is in di lead, we nuh disbelieve, a expensive feature
So-so me should pree, di bwoy smile, enuh, and go medz me later
Bwoy dem play harder fi yuh owna paper
Do my crime so neat, EastSyde nuh fear investigator
Know mi roots like cultivation, I love Jamaica, I puff mi grades
And I stack the paper
Bines will shot yuh face and need calculator
We born for danger
EastSyde, get the cash, repatriation
EastSyde a rule from God creation wid bad behavior
Somebody go tell mi teacher said it wrong fi say that
School a Illuminati, I love my fuckin’ occupation
Not a failure, Skilli pon a beat, is like gas to flames, yeah
So di place a bun down, every fire station
Cyaan’ put out di flames, a alien invasion, money makers

Yeah, oh, yeah
These streets knows my name, yeah (murder)
These legs knows my pain (more fire), yeah
Oi, bun fire fi feel disappointed and shame
More education and more wealth, now (blaze up)
Dem wan help now, dem wan help now
And you haffi know how fi get inna yuh
(Ayy, you wanna tell ’em somethin’?)

From dem sell out we nah go friend dem up
Me seh anytime yuh ready, jus send dem up
An’ make me bun dem up an’ bun dem up an’ end dem up
Babylon seh independent and dem peng dem up
Yeah, modern slavery a dat a hang dem up
Buju Banton, Sizzla, and Khaled nah go friend dem up
Killer cross, Skillibeng haffi go pen dem up
We fire, that a fi go bun dem, alright
When you see di nation (but we tell dem)
No violation (so we tell dem)
Tell dem liberation (now we tell dem)
Tell dem reparation, oh, yeah
When you see Jah nation (now we tell dem)
No segregation (so we tell ’em)
Hope and aspiration (dat we tell ’em)
Haffi bun up Satan, wah dem a wait pon?

These streets knows my name, yeah (murder)
These legs knows my pain (more fire), yeah
Oi, bun fire fi feel disappointed and shame
Celestial meditation when the kush touch di flame
Bwoii, y’affi put di respect pon we name
All di scope dem we aim

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Well, clip a race, dem a run way cah di Killer make di hammer clap
Di banga weh we use line dem up, a nuh scammer chop
Di bomb a drop, a rob, attack, di Don a chop
Legendary status, which badness backa dan, dem shoulda know
Mi watch a Patek and mi chain a blind dem eye
And gyal a brace it and a send it back like a reply
Dem think dem ccan run in this, snot nose between dem eye
Skilli roll up with a hundred dirt bike
We roll up inna these rides, Louis V slides
Chain bright like a street light, weh yuh feel like?
Extra clip when we carry have thirty inna it
You nuh wan’ EastSyde buss yuh head in three side
Tell dem seh a one ground, God nah fail
Ah nuh random, fat buss head like condom
Man blood a leak out pon dem plot
Dem know a different for fire man and di one tunshirt
Ask the street cah we been bad

These streets knows my name, yeah (Selassie I)
These legs knows my pain (more fire), yeah
Oi, bun fire fi feel disappointed and shame
More, more flames (Sizzla)
But a weh dem take you for?
More fire, more, more, more flames

Respect goes a far way, not halfway, we be on this all day
Never gonna get me giving up, we going all di way
The ups and the downs, yeah, the cuts and the bruise
The system messing up, but what we all gotta choose
And it ain’t getting the better, if you sit back, you lose
My brothers and my sisters all over the news (hey)
That’s what we do, yeah, we burn out corruption (hey)
Now big up your crew, tell dem watch how we function (hey)
What next to do when you reach out junction? (Hey)
I’m out the slum, giving up ain’t an option
Hands up, heads high
The limit is the sky
Hands up, heads high
The limit is the sky (woo)
Gettin’ through the damage, get the package, I’m out
Getting the money, that’s what the hell I’m about

These streets knows my name, yeah (murder)
These legs knows my pain (more fire), yeah
Man from you haffi feel disappointed and shame
They ain’t believe is us
Jamaica did
Fire, oi

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