Lyrics:
the streets
My nigga I'm riding slow
Cause they look to me
And we gotta eat
I'm taking what's mines and yours
You already know
I could name some niggas that
words that you have read
(God said shit)
Cus God is how they're fed
And even by the words you say you know that god has said
God says
God is dead
God is
a player so I guess I'll play the part
A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why she had to pass me by
I reminisce over my ghetto
Since Karma's a bitch, what you do that for
Your niggas a snitch his throat running sore
The feds and the opps got him down on the floor
My niggas stay
[Chorus] x2
Hey this is no lie
Me and my niggas gettin high
Yo if you look up in the sky
You might see us floating by
You see Biggie be like what's
much
I don't know what to say no more
I just want to do the foreplay by four
Make you feel things that you can't ignore
You gon' want that shit by
I knew from that point what was destin to be
I held on to hope something that I don't do
You let go of me I realized that's just you
We two different
like mass transit
You're not as smooth as this, so what can you do with this
Brothers need to stop and step with that foolishness
I'm the type
block cost
I'm usually faded, the feds came and raided
But we cleaned that kitchen with Pine-Sol
Remember waking up like, "I'm poor"
Quarter pounds is
with a little 'Bump N Grind'
Now that's what my man say
Sometimes I lay in my bed, and I dream of bein' hand-fed
I made the jam, with my man, about
ostrich neck
Linger 'em in
What it be
It's like da dime effect
Make 'em think
And that just make 'em
Spend some time with that
Clean it all once
Just throw
couldn't measure Brody think I'm made but he didn't measure
Let me in the seat, I would never let her No no never
Lady I know that you're fed up, fed up
Yuh
This Deon nigga
Let's get this shit poppin' nigga on my momma
I don't like to fuck with niggas nah we don't get along
I've been fed up with this
just get her mind right
Grip tight that's how I'm riding with this pole tonight
Hen dog sipping we drinking that's what I'm on tonight
Your bitch right
is the living everyday
We chose the hardest on the streets
We do not know about the easy ways
Get it all
Loose it all
What the fuck you know about that
beautiful face with the puzzle piece lineup
Edge up, I done got fed up
Ate the pork chop sandwich with the tartar sauce
In the packet that I found in my
because we get it how we live
But that's life
Shit's trife in the L-E-X
Truthfully I can't be mad at the niggas that left
Cause when I see my lil sisters
a dude
Strut around nose up with a attitude
Flaunt jewels, haunt crews, Luck is bad news
Pull 'em out a tool, show ya what a MAC'll do
Aim for your
Ohh I think they like me (16x)
JD: Oh i think they like me when they heard me on the other one
So its only right that i hit chu with another one
niggas albums, a lot about dropping
Fuck break dancing, our guns do the popping
We don't stop, we drop, shut it down
Rock the undergrounds, cock then gun
can do the time
But whats really on my mind
There ain't no ho's in the pen
I play the low and try to
Make it hard to find me
Feds still tryna build
wet we wetter can tell by the bars
No cheesy setups I’m fed up with chedda
And raps bout yo cars
Cuz that shit ain’t right
It just got me sitting back
fooled me I already read her
"Don't want no relations girl" I had to tell her
I keep you around cause that pussy get wetter I'm knowing
If we pull up
wider than a 430 Buggy
no tellin' what the fuck I'll do for this money
stay posted up close with killers and cut throats
the thoroughest bitches who in
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