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that he street
Boy you big pussy you a thunder cat
Bout dat dollar gave 'em 50
Only got a quarter back
We gone spin spin
We gone spin spin catch a homi

probably rob you
Street fighters like ryu my money stand like five two
Jewelry got a nigga sick make me sneeze like achoo
In and out the jewelry store like

Plotting the lick by any means
Me and my brothers we gotta eat
Ooo pussy i wish you'd reach
And I'll leave ya ass in this fucking Street
You ain't got what

At the time I had a girl back home,
She be busy blowing up my phone,
But I'm player with it shit I'm in college and tryna get that shawty alone,
Like a dog

That pack in I get it gone
Niggas wishing I was lacking like leave me alone
Bitches wish I blew their back in don't hit my phone
And I'm steady with

what you mean in da city
Hit my line i'm hell of plugged what you need in da city
Help with needs in da city, plenty greed in da city
Fuck da streets i'm

just threw a new hat in the street n it went with my fit
I'm living rich cuz I'm finna get rich so I might as well get used to this
Out in Chiami
Y'all

Sell Out

Scarface

The Fix

2002

I can end it for niggas out here who's hard in the booth
Any city I can hit the hood cause Scar is the truth
I know so much about these streets that

talk about your money got goons to rob you
Breaking grass
Up in the tree spot
The lion & Glock
Me and my mans stacking paper plans to fatten our pot

never sleeping 
I'm out here doing these bad things 
Momma says I act like a heathen

Playing it back on the track 
Up in the trash 
Tryna say something,

talking bout no money
Talking life without a soul
Talking life without a goal
In that basement studio
I found my way to take control
Had my mind held by

at
Once you in these streets
You can never get ya soul back
Planet of the apes I'm going ceaser
This where I turn atheist
Into believers
Separate the real

was in a visiting room, never had no time for socials
Quiet kid, never been vocal 

How the fuck i end up on streets, I'm so intellectual 
My knife make

can't be slack in (Slacking) today/s
Age, flashing same as cameras that be snapping away
Say cheese and keep a smile as he capture your face
Frame by

No Frauds

Lil Wayne

No Frauds

2017

her one son over a stack?
Lil Boogie down basic bitch thinkin' she back
Back to back, oh you mean, back to wack?
"Back to Back"? Me and Drizzy

use they clothes as a pillow, what you know 'bout that?
Cold bitch, I only hit her once, but she came back-to-back (that's a fact)
Street took my

heard they on a diet
Lil' Trey D jumped off in the
Streets and that shit crucified him

Stuck in my thoughts, like
What the fuck, bruh, i can die today

the job without a witness
Nowadayz
Niggas run to the gram with the beef
In my day?
Shit we use to throw the hands
In the street
He record like he real
In

son, it's time to find a job
He see contradictions, so he'd rather go hustlin' rob
Starvin' out here, times is hard, I seen the misery
Sub-serving in

the beep word
I'm in Dover street shoppin'
Guess I landed feet first switch up my
Mix match my Gucci with the Kenzo
It all depend who you depend on
I ain't

when war begun
Mama told him, stay up out these streets before he die so young
He didn't wanna listen, he wanted to do some shit that daddy done
So he

Queens

Pharoahe Monch

Internal Affairs

1999

There's a place I know where the bitches go
Where they rob you for your dough and shit on the low
In Southside, Queens, Queens
Where if you say

Sexy lil chick body bang like AK
Said a lil rap and made the bitches go cray cray
Threw that ass back on the D like aye aye
Sum like Buffy cause

punting
Aye I pop out wit that stick like A nigga was hunting
No ion fuck with the pad bitch I rather just punch in
Ain't no love in these streets