Lyrics:
Yeah best said by homeboy willie d
Triple cross to mexico
[willie d]
I don't fuck with you
[scarface]
That's some smooth hidin'
Lowdown dirty
Yo, yo, what's up nigga? You know the streets is a jungle
You gotta survive out here
You need a strong mind to do the shit I do
You ever seen
on new
And you can ask swift gotti
Don't shit get by me
Ask tommy showtime if I did my time
And you can ask L Dog if I ever felt y'all
And ask rock jock if
Jeffersons.
Lets begin, it began, so begun
The story of one who went from girl to woman.
From crums to slums, to laced in diamonds.
Son by guns that sound like
Yeah, F-50
As times go by, I twist the lah
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gon' die
You think I'm off point 'cause
You see me gettin' high
But
realest nigga in it (I am)
Free my dogs i swear to God it been a minute
Yo, it's Boosie and Gotti
Niggas know we go retarded for money we fuck up the check
drive by's, homicides and shooting up niggas cars
What's the point of being a street nigga kicking with the stars
Though the niggas that you really loved
a housewife
When you know everybody know you a body
Got me a pistol, I got me a shotty
I be posted up in the yo like Gotti
How you gon' send a nigga like me
The Hobby
Niggas Gon Run In Yo Pocket
We Find Out You Got It
(Gimmie Dat)
Got Cocaine Like Yo Gotti
All These Bottles That's Poppin
Niggas Say They Real
But
the air
A finger triggered by a sense of apprehension
Your case you fit the description now you a victim
It seems senseless but it's always been their
clothing pretty pricey
Yeah I know you motherfuckers wanna size me
But I'm from the streets that's highly unlikely
I'm on the grind the envious despise me
get in line
They tried to get rid of me
Only if u would've seen how
The streets treated me
Ion even much smoke but
The zeb inhaling me
It be yo own
on payments
I took a risk like its vegas
Hiding that shit by the neighbours
Playing yo bitch just like sega
Nowadays people throw dirt on my name
Making me
how the fuck he got those
Stop claiming that bitch boy you going out sad cause nigga she not yours
Mane don't be pullin up to the trap tryna get yo
you see me gettin' high
But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
yeah
And it's free RR
Free LS the menace
Streets is pulling me like tug of war
Swear the L.A. made a vibe (Yeah)
Fif and GG by my side (On God)
everything around me
CREAM, get the money)
Starvin' out here, yo
(Dolla dolla bill, y'all)
I grew up on the crime side
The LA Times-side
Wrong turn might mean
just pissed
You shoot like you got permission to miss
You wouldn't clap nickels by a fountain
With yo' bitch in a wish
I don't ballroom brawl
Fuck a kick
A communicated while he sleep
Told him head on to this house yo it's over on Straight Street
You gonna see a blind man he been all in his prayers deep
Now go ahead
Remember Kato, no longer with us
He's deceased call on the sirens
Seen him murdered in the streets
Now he rest in peace
Is there a heaven for a G? Remember
proper
Blue balenciagas, wore em in the trap just to cook up the product
It ain’t worth it dying over a flex
F**k the diamonds, f**k the chains on yo neck
the butcher, I live in peace.
I’d rather walk on beaches by oceans,
Than in the streets.
I tack my name under bridges,
On concrete by homeless people,
Where
Wazzup
Im on front street wit da cutter
Im cooler then ice trap shakin like dice
Yo bitch aint my type so shut up
All of my diamonds they shine
to the sounds of the guitar, yeah, yeah
Played by Carlos Santana
I said a la favela los colores
The streets are getting hotter (ah, yeah)
There is no water
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