Lyrics:
trash, but I'ma let 'em know
I hustle all day, ain't no time for sleep
Grindin' in the streets, while you countin' sheep
I'm ballin' on these haters, never
tell it's a drug the way the streets paying
I got the cheapest quarter pieces and you can tell I'm a dboy by my sneakers C.O.C
Chorus
Motherfuckers
the main streets, the 6-0's, the 8 Trey Gangstas
Popped at Piru's and I cruise and I choose 'cause I paid my dues
Squeezing on these foo's, but back
to your mama, though (your mama)
Hot on the street like thermometers (thermometers)
You rats'll never be honorable (fuck 'em)
They know I'ma kid of my
wrote it myself by the way (amen)
Yo Young, Jeezy (amen)
Jizzle, Snowman (amen)
We gotta give the streets what they want man (amen)
Fuck the god damn
by the way
Yo Young, Jeezy, Jizzle, Snowman
We gotta give the streets what they want man
Fuck the god damn sheet man
You gotta get it in bruh
everybody want to tap something
Go get your own don't make me have to fucking clap something
I love my shorty more than life now ain't that something
To love
in the streets
So pardon me
And be part of me
Took a note for that shit
I just threw
You should know who I be
Huh, showing you shit
That I live by
the truth to B.J. and Trey, I won't lead 'em astray
Together we can keep it better, super separate, we can't
I invested in Hank, coat closet, my mama's
either in jail or in a grave
I keep a Trey
Followed by an 8
You play then you go lay
I just poured a 4 inside some kool-aid
I feel great
You know I bang
Chilling With Some Bad Bs Let My Heart Speak I Ain't Got No Safety I Handle The Trey Well No Dinner Lady
Hook
Raised By The Street Code Dont Care If You
nigga
We true thug niggaz
Streets is mine, One nine double nine, we shine
Niggaz stack one's act and and catch one
You a thug nigga?
Then bust a slug
my life , my life , my life
Check it out
[ VERSE 2 ]
I've been in the street game since '86
With Mc's on gold D'z takin gangsta flix
Screamin : fuck
can't stop til the tanks on the wall
Cause we made men and we goin ball til we fall
I got a pawn for the week, meet me up the street
See momma gotta eat,
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
you used to be
after these fists of NY struck you D
Now you see a whole new life and new leaf
searchin' for an exit tryin' to retreat the street
still setting up shop
I got my mind and my cash right, a bad wife
Gripping a bag tight while y'all living a mad life
I chase down niggas, shake down
still setting up shop
I got my mind and my cash right, a bad wife
Gripping a bag tight while y'all living a mad life
I chase down niggas, shake down
Trey – All – Day
Verse1
Other day the youngin got so high I fucked around and threw up over my jeans
I was cruising down lewis street droppin some
Trey Day, Nuski
I done lost real day ones playin' in these yellow lines, you hear me?
I'm the biggest, ain't no CEO or OG over me, nigga, I'm CEO
the heat toted
And teflon tips keep the .44 loaded
Straight quoted in nine-trey, by the dime
Now we connected
He said, "Mack, when you westsidin`
the coaches
And I'm a always be in the hood like roaches
Flow is ferocious, dough is ferocious
Two guns by each lung with no holsters
And I control all
it's Ball or the streets
Same thing we just looking to eat
Transfer pain that was given to me
We getting closer to free
(They're running)
Side by side
his brother had to get it
Really want peace, niggas keep fuckin' with me
So I'm fuckin' them up in the streets
Niggas police, they can rap on a beat
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