Lyrics:
we moving to the street
HEgang dey here
If you feel this song put your hands up in the air
In the air yea
We never retreat, now we making the hit
We
me show you what the MAC do (come on)
If you don't know by now, then you slippin'
I'm on some bullshit that's got me jackin', niggas flippin'
Let my
we gonna lay up And leave them in the streets
We know you love these beats Pro stream by any means
Together, two of the greatest things You heard
up
Middle finger high up in the sky like you don't give a fuck
Stick em up Stick em up Everybody stick em up
Westside till the day I die ! I'll never
don't worry
Look outside the ride and everything will be blurry
All of my friends are moving by feet
But you'll see me driving in my celica up in
Mafia way, Lavish way
We Kill niggas for fuckin up the mob
Facts
Live by code die by that bitch, RIP Kimbo
When you in the hood with that chicken
yourself by yourself
In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health
I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck
My life is four
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
on that cruise ship
Throwing up shakes like deuces
Talking shit my Kanakas might lose it
Yeah, all my Soldiers where you at
Yeah, you know we never lack
on that cruise ship
Throwing up shakes like deuces
Talking shit my Kanakas might lose it
Yeah, all my Soldiers where you at
Yeah, you know we never lack
on that cruise ship
Throwing up shakes like deuces
Talking shit my Kanakas might lose it
Yeah, all my Soldiers where you at
Yeah, you know we never lack
give it up
Fuck around get hit with every one like you ain't feel enough
Pussy niggas gotta feel the drugs before they start feelin' tough
In the streets
Wolf, wolf all you want, run your mouth in the street
But you ain't gon' fuck with a picture of me
I don't give a motherfuck if you a hundred deep
Wolf, wolf all you want, run your mouth in the street
But you ain't gon' fuck with a picture of me
I don't give a motherfuck if you a hundred deep
Baby we're all gonna make it
(It's what the streets need
And want right now)
(I'm tellin' you, it's it
Some substance baby)
Give you what you want when
the streets
She for the streets
All of my niggas have smashed boy
She for the streets
She for the streets
I'm telling you that is a fact boy
She for the streets
I learned in the streets was true
That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you
They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo
And if
And the slow motion crawl of life's busy race
No matter what you do if you start giving up
If the wine don't come to the top of you cup
If the wind's got you
Uh, dear Mr. President
Whats happenin'?
I'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
Yea
Turn my mic
Turn my mic up just a lil bit
I be in the street life
I be in the street life, street life, street life
Underneath the street lights
up, I know it ain't workin'
It's been a long time, you never stop tryin'
But you can't quit, you gotta keep goin'
You already knowin', you can't give up
When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
Oh no you never let me down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I
when
It's getting realer, give ten to Sheila
'Cause she come from a place the
Fiends can outlive the dealers
You don't know the half of it
Waving sticks
the top open
In the cold, nuts
From the city of Oakland
Don’t fuck with me
Bitch tell me what you want
When you from the streets
You can never let ‘em
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