Lyrics:
Yeah, yeah
You know how me and 'Ye do, huh, yeah
Real people walk in the streets, the streets is talkin'
Often it's beef this city never does
Yeah, yeah
You know how me and 'Ye do, huh, yeah
Real people walk in the streets, the streets is talkin'
Often it's beef this city never does
playin wit mine the greatest story ever told in rhyme
We climax in ninety five wit demo raw raps is knives
To skin all ya'll cats alive
Take your time
thought I was sweet cause I'm from Clinton, then he heard a blast
Vibes in this bitch, higher than a bitch
I don't post on Insta, but I still can fuck your
all of my niggas jump fences
33 hoes inside of this room, we might get booked for pimpin
This lil' bitch a bad influence, got me in the hallway skippin
trynna fuck in a Tahoe
I got them grams if you need it I got those
I get them P's off the plane like I'm Ralo
Money look right imma fuck with the Vatos
We
(MIA JAY C)
What up, Skilla?
You cut up on this bitch, JAY C
You cut up on this one, JAY C
White boy'll pull up sharpshootin' like I'm Larry
[Erick Sermon]
Yeah yeah uh huh word up
Yo yo yo,
Yo!
Hey yo this here's procedure rock MC's during my leisure
Time I spend to do em in
Yuh yuh
Aye man, say man
This is for my Dat-a-way ass n****s
If you ain't in GCO, you ain't up
Nawf you can't relate
F**k these hoes, f**k these
don't think we having motion, fought up in them C'S
How the fuck you keep on tryna bang this, not what you believe
Okay Glock, don't got no switches,
Cuz I can't ever fucking lose
If it's corporate or this music bitch I'm doing what I choose
I make this shit look sweet but you can't walk up in my
to god man this shit don't stop
Me and my niggas got this shit on lock
We still sipping wock
Had a white bitch fucking round with that cocaine
But I ain't
it's still free Nahshon money good I hope he get parole (Parole)
137 know it's love I bet the house on Mal (on Mal)
And Smoke can vouch we had 'phernalia
on point how I not peep it
From twenty-six copping a whole p
In LA smoking with OP
Since back in da day we known to odee
Old bitch want forty in her mouth no
playing this by my rules
Wake up in the morning, yawning
Light me a cigarette
These mans be talking that life
Knox been here living it
Since a little kid no
phlegm out
O.D. is still mo'
Remote throw the 'em out the belly of the beast
We put bellies on streets, tellies and tellies in suites
Throw my
on (RIP)
Pac still killin' to this day, still the one they tryna be
Y'all know I'm from Detroit
I'm diggin' in the crates, now I'm from the diamond-D
I
I'm on my way, 'cause I'm still tied in with the streets (huh?)
I was built up by default, that's hall of fame for all my badges (whoop, whoop)
Got some
you do if you were me?
Let me take you to the penitentiary
This shit run by the lifers
Fuck the juras we leave em lifeless
We was evil since we was in
R.I.P to the ones I lost
Keep going to the ones that's still here
We gon make it
I'm Makin this 4 tha Streetz
Sometimes I be missin tha Streetz
I
I'm learning how to swim or swam
Past tense, it's your last chance before you're damned
In this showdown, I'ma throwdown with a mic still in my hand
Gucci mane
Two things
Trap house
Gucci mane in the building (Gucci, Gucci)
Laflare, big kat (laflare)
Say we got it like that (like that)
can't fuck with a lame bitch.
I fuck her she say she love me I'm not on the same shit.
She gone let me be toxic in her life you know that.
This Fat
stare in your face, you seem stunned
Remember P, the one you got your rhyme style from?
(Yo it's the P)
Yo, disperse from off this
Who the culprits
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