Fred The Godson Streets Of The Bronx Lyrics

On the streets of the Bronx is where I wanna be
Where I wanna be...
Heatmakerz, crack music

Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
It's GOOORRRRDOOOO!!

Where we walk with 'caine like we disorderly (B-X)
The minority's the majority (B-X)
Boy Ruben [?] grant me seniority
He say I'm best bar for bar, but they keep ignorin' me (B-X)
Come talk to me, Jodeci
I'm reppin' the Bronx, just want Remy and Fat Joe to see
The hardest artist
The rawest, metaphoric, flawless
Call this, lawless, all this is causin' (ahh)
Fred The God already feel like he a legend
These are monkey bars, I really feel like I'm eleven (woo!)
I'm bringin' the Bronx up from exhaustion
Like the night Boone hit the homer to beat Boston
She want Big Bronx, she let me hit when I T-bagged her, left it on her lip then (haha)
He say he harder than Gordo, haha, since when?
My bars I never force it, but it sinks in

This B-X flow is too vicious
I'm in Sin City with two bitches
A slide and a mistress
With a bottle of Pun and a KRS-One, that's two Chris's
Could've called French for the hook (what up boy?)
Cory Gunz or Mysonne to help me (what up, y'all?)
But since my flow paint pictures (Gordo!)
Ahh, this one is a selfie (woo!)
Like Slick Rick, I patched up with the haters
It cost guap for them gators
I was in [?] fightin' a cop like Larry Davis, God
Ahh, ahh, I was just a kid when Party Arty was flowin' like "God!"
(Rest in peace...) I'm just tryin' to restore the feeling
It's Fred The God