The Street may refer to:
"The Street" is a short story by American horror fiction writer H. P. Lovecraft, written in late 1919 and first published in the December 1920 issue of the Wolverine amateur journal.
The story traces the history of the eponymous street in a New England city, presumably Boston, from its first beginnings as a path in colonial times to a quasi-supernatural occurrence in the years immediately following World War I.
As the city grows up around the street, it is planted with many trees and built along with "simple, beautiful houses of brick and wood," each with a rose garden. As the Industrial Revolution runs its course, the area degenerates into a run-down, polluted slum, with all of the street's old houses falling into disrepair.
After World War I and the October Revolution, the area becomes home to a community of Russian immigrants; among the new residents are the leadership of a "vast band of terrorists" who are plotting the destruction of the United States on Independence Day.
The Street is a collection of short stories by Mordecai Richler. It was originally published by McClelland and Stewart in 1969. The stories take place on Saint Urbain Street in Montreal.
In 1976, the title story The Street was adapted as an animated short by the National Film Board of Canada. Directed by Caroline Leaf, the film was nominated for an Academy Award for Animated Short Film.
(Chorus)
You know I count on beats, plus I trap on bitch,
Get your calculator, nigger, listen to the street
You know I jugg on beats, I feel that’s the beat
But from now on nigger listen to me.
You know I count on beats, plus I trap on bitch,
Get your calculator, nigger, listen to the street
You know I jugg on beats, I feel that’s the beat
But from now on nigger listen to me.
(Verse)
I count and jagging on the beat at the same time
Seven, seven white bitch, I get them anytime
I’m talking almost everytime the beat break down
Watch me toss some money in my next line.
I got a half of million in my slaughterhouse
Plus you know I gotta take your orderhouse
Three hundred 25 thousand in my floating house
Ninety thousand left for LA up that shitty house.
Two hundred thousand in the country at the drama house
I got money but the problem’s got a money house
I get ‘em on my face, ain’t got to cash out
Do the math, nigger, get your calculators out.
(Chorus)
You know I count on beats, plus I trap on bitch,
Get your calculator, nigger, listen to the street
You know I jugg on beats, I feel that’s the beat
But from now on nigger listen to me.
You know I count on beats, plus I trap on bitch,
Get your calculator, nigger, listen to the street
You know I jugg on beats, I feel that’s the beat
But from now on nigger listen to me.
(Verse)
I’m a street runner, trap out, doing numbers,
I can make a work sheet, I can make you tumble.
Great number singles with keys like the leash
Plus I’m serving out their ring, chasing rack like
selena.
At a two story home, about two or three out of will
I got two or three of the kill, plus I’m hanging out my
hill.
I wear black me cocaine, nothing but them greek,
Plus the one taking your trip, imma do this with the
shit.
I’m a dope boy shit, watch me jump in
Robin Hood, fifty in the club, take in.
Fast your man down, nigger play with me you get gun
down.
You’re mob the militant, filling up them symmetries.
(Chorus)
You know I count on beats, plus I trap on bitch,
Get your calculator, nigger, listen to the street
You know I jugg on beats, I feel that’s the beat
But from now on nigger listen to me.
You know I count on beats, plus I trap on bitch,
Get your calculator, nigger, listen to the street
You know I jugg on beats, I feel that’s the beat
But from now on nigger listen to me.
(Verse)
I hopped out of the coot and jumped in my Chavell’
Pull up on your bitch and she asked me what’s that
smell.
Have a pack loud in the trunk, bitch,
Smoked so much I’m about to launch, that’s what’s
about, bitch.
I got that escalator coming, get you some, bitch
Got to click the young niggers on the dumb shit.
All my niggers scrap the most off the convicts
Me and black amigo burning gas off a fun, bitch.
I said the shit is dope, you know I shit on these
Paper round the call, I make one call and flood the
street
Police hit their lights and I hit the gas
I paid a hundred for it, bitch, I’m about to do it,
damn.
(Chorus)
You know I count on beats, plus I trap on bitch,
Get your calculator, nigger, listen to the street
You know I jugg on beats, I feel that’s the beat
But from now on nigger listen to me.
You know I count on beats, plus I trap on bitch,
Get your calculator, nigger, listen to the street
You know I jugg on beats, I feel that’s the beat