Streetz Of Lagos ft. B-Elect Lyrics

Chics sell flesh just to get they

“C.R.E.A.M” not the hustlers

With the phone cards in the streets

Pack bags in the heat,

When the sun burns

And the cops come

Then you get stopped in the streets

Ehhhhhh

It’s not like I was really born

In these streets

But like these fly-overs and bridges

I gotta make my ends meet

5 early morning

Off to pursue my dreams

Weekday up in my crib

I never seen no sun beam

I’m a hustling man

Up in this land, no time to stop

I got big plans

It ain’t easy, gotta hit the streets

If I want to feed

Or chill between the sheets

So I, join the millions

Moving fast forward

Lekki to Ikeja

Oshodi to Ojuelegba

When we

Converge in the go-slow

Put down your window

So we can relate

Start the business of the day

Credit, gala, cd, buy what you may

And if we play a little game

Don’t matter if you win or lose

Cos your life or your money

You may have to choose (you may have to choose)

I guess you know the rules (guess you know the rules)

Better not be told,

The streetz is cold (the streetz is cold…and I’m)

Surviving the Streetz of Lagos

Amidst the hustlers

And players and haterz that I see

Living everyday

In the streetz of Lagos

Though I work the valley

Of shadow of death, mercy me

Still I work these streetz

I still run these streetz

You slap or ride the water

You’ll have to endure

So watch the flood

And watch yours and watch me

Cos this might be my “area” boy

Ain’t got no mountain views

But these refuse heaps

And these mosquitoes and flies

Serve for your birds and bees

So why you pull me over Mr. Police

You’re right, I’m wrong

Though my papers are all complete

So come with me

And we can make more money

4-1-9 the richest road to your poverty

I’m a hustlin’ man

Up in this land, no time to front,

I got big plans

So so stress everywhere it seems, but I

Reject this defeat and so

Join the millions moving fast forward

Lekki to Ikeja, Oshodi to Ojuelegba

As we, converge in the go-slow

Put down your window

One day I’m late

By Ozumba Mbadiwe

This Lagosian step to me for the business of the day

“Your watch, phone and money let’s play this game

If you win or lose, it don’t matter

Cos your life you may have to choose

(who wants to choose!)

Then you know the rules

(Yes I know the rules!)

“Better not be told

I won’t be told, the streetz is cold

Surviving the Streetz of Lagos

Amidst the hustlers

And players and haterz that I see

Living everyday

In the streetz of Lagos

Though I work the valley

Of shadow of death, mercy me

Still I work these streetz

I still run these streetz

Surviving the streetz of Lagos

Everyday in the streetz of Lagos

The hustle goes on and you don’t stop

Road blocks

Just to get the fortune stacks,

Brothers down round

From the mainland down to V.I

Just to get the B.I

Walk the streets then sweat on your brow

And its like wow

Gotta make a dough,

Cos we gotta blow, cos its grimy…

(You know now)

You find them making moves

Faking grooves if you get broke then that’s no go

Streets up and down like ridges

Even peeps under bridges

Surviving the Streetz of Lagos

Amidst the hustlers

And players and haterz that I seeeeeee

Living everyday

In the streetz of Lagos

Though I work the valley

Of shadow of death, mercy meeeeeee

Surviving the Streetz of Lagos

Everyday in the street of Lagos