Lyrics:
ain't playin'
I ain't goin', no, no, street's dangerous
Ain't got Actavis, so fuck it, I had to red it
I sent hitters from everywhere, they had
jail?
When I can be on the street with my peep nigga
Countin' some mill
Hypnotized by fast thangs, fast cars and fast bitches
I'm tryin' to have fast
some direction yeah)
To that street called love (yes I do, yes I do)
Lead me to that road (please let me lead me to)
Trying to get home
Heard
J. White, I need a beat, I can go off on, ooh
Lil' Sally Walker walkin' down the street
She didn't know what to do, so she jumped in front of me
(I'm in the streets getting money)
(I'm in the streets getting money)
(I'm in the streets getting money)
(I'm in the streets getting money)
I
friends
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?
Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need
(huh)
How about you wanting to be just like you?
You can do what I do, just in your own way
Shit, I dip niggas that ride dick every fuckin' day
streets, I'm safe Safe by the bell
Call me streets, call me streets Love to see that, baby
Strip, strip down Spin around, spin around
Ooh, I love the way
the fuck you spill lean on a BB Simon?
A real dope boy don't do consignments
Ten times out of ten, I'm bound to rob 'em
They say "Pap act like he
Got
bitch if her titties new
Hahaha
Now what it do
Sweet street pussy
Gimme that gushy
Nasty stuff (nigga)
I took her
Sweet street pussy
Gimme
bitch if her titties new
Hahaha
Now what it do
Sweet street pussy
Gimme that gushy
Nasty stuff (nigga)
I took her
Sweet street pussy
Gimme
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won
what it do
I live this thing from the
Street to the booth
If you mess with me swear to
God my dawgs they coming
When i'm coming to get ya
Swear to God
push others on their heels
By feeling supreme confidence in
Himself but no matter how tough
And hardened they become, hustlers usually
Face one daunting
she had been
Led straight into the DeKalb dressing room
Named for the street that bisects
A couple of local neighborhoods now
Populated by yuppies but
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
wait until u take my little mans
Boiii
Asked God will he weep if we bang
War
Do do do do do
Uh
Yea,
Black street,
Wall Street
I built my street
Karen
the police
Cause out here, the heart has gotta eat
So we live by any means in Chicago streets
I say truthfully, I'm trying to bring you me
I'm trying to bring
to the old
We live by the code
Do what you love in life
Unless it can get you runnin' from the po-po, woo!
Now that money ain't a thing like, woo!
Just can't breathe
Just can't sing
I just can't do
Without these streets and I
Just can't sing
Without these streets
I wake up before the sunrise
Where do all the hippest meet? (South Street, South Street)
Where the dancin' is elite (South Street, South Street)
Side by side we're loose
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