Artist: Timbo King
Album:  n/a
Song:   Street Scholars
Typed By: pneumatic

[Intro: Timbo King]
Yeah, Yeah, How you want it,
All of my street smart niggas,
Hustlers with masters you heard,
Block professors, We break down math, What's good,
You know what the science is, It is what it is,
It is what it will be nigga, Yeah, Yeah,
The streets, We learn somethin new everyday you heard, Yeah.

[Timbo King]
Remember how he got shoot, Blood stain on his Clark's,
He felt the pain when the bullet traveled straight to his heart,
Fam your the only one who rocked to waves to the side,
In front of Albany, All day in Xavier's ride,
Black Lincoln tinted out with the Norfolk plates,
Your sister Morgan went to Dale State but didn't graduate,
Looked like you, But shorter with an apple bottom,
Got married to Morris Brown and now they live in Harlem,
Where the dudes gamble and sell grams, They call it Gramblin,
I'm for sho you seen death, Here comes the ambulance,
Last night when Booey fought in the valley,
Langston was on his side, Live, Puffin on Cali,
Instigatin like Jack-son, Take off his chain,
You from Brooklyn, Hit em with the Bethune-Cookman,
So Savannah started screamin leave my brother alone,
He just came form Homecoming, He a Capa Beta,
Shit, He could get clapped with the evaporator,
I'm from the Streets, Don't care about a Varsity team,
Got goons from Chicago, No GED's,
GD's, Vice Lords, Got more in the house,
From the PJ's where niggas stash raw on the couch,
From the A & M to the PM they sling powder,
The only book they read is how to make a dollar,
The cops wanna frisk but they can't find nothin,
Niggas pimp with a master, And their major is fuckin,
Got chicks from The Hampton's, Teveah Ville,
They drive all the way to Perry View to pay a bill,
Fatigues on militant, On some Megan Evans,
The time was a quarter to seven, On the corner of Nevans,
Tuskegee men jumpin out of Lambos,
In front of the campus like damn yo,
North Clique, A & T showin brotherly love,
This nerd ass bookworm wanna be thug,
Spell man, Matter fact spell Timbuktu,
School of the Gifted, Where Maccabeez all go to.

[Chorus 2X: Timbo King]
Yeah, Street scholars that'll grant your wishes,
You could be a pharmacist with a drug store business,
A MD in the medical field, Curin your sickness,
A lawyer with a criminal case and no witness.