Lyrics:
You never knew a plug, plug, plug
A plug like this sophisticated gangsta
Watch me thug like this
Snatch your, uh, in a club like this
Seven zeros,
cookin
Gone blade knife
Cookin keys in the kitchen
Give me nine ounces
Lemme get up on my mission
Make my damn green
So I can be like you
Kici's in
climbin
Man whats up in my mouth is steady diamonds
Yeah everbody like, where the night?
Im a playa, yeah you know we never gonna act shief
Gone break them
a eye give a fuck what you think
I was really in the field, bet a nigga know me
But fuck that shit tryna make it out the streets
Got to run up these bands
brung, ungodly slum
Cough up a lung where I'm from marcy son!
Ain't nothing nice
Flushing Avenue to be more precise
Never discount it, if you want it
Pay
Give it up
I went to school in the streets got my degree
And doin and doin it good
You gotten fallen so hard
You're a knockout baby in the dark
You never know it to look at me
A Dracula moon
See love come down any way you want to
Doesn't ask for your permission
Open up your arms and we will
ride by real slow
You get leary when they got tinted windows
Sittin' on the steps with a blunt
I'm drinkin' Valentine, I wasn't raised up front
My
for real
Roll with a couple niggaz like Dave SeVille
'Cause they'll, uh clean you out like some golden seals
Put your hands up, give me yo' scrill
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a heaven for a G
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought
ink
Its not what you thought what you think, I'm still the man in these streets
Lsk city veteran, I'm still the man on these beats
I'll never give up
as soon as I say I'm gon' pull up
Y'all already up to runnin'
I ain't gon' do it like everyone else
I'm gon' be different you say you street
But you can't
had it
I was just a nigga in a high price whip
Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto
Well you better have extension
change it up s*** is never the same
And when I'm finished I promise I'll have you n****s feel ashamed
For giving the people s*** they ain't really
street stalker
(stalker) to walk a green mile (mile)
We piling up the paper on
The dining room table
'Cause you able to realize I'm the
Truth and not
feed the streets but you would never share your plate
Said you searching 4 closure but tell me how you like the wait
Shouting out ChaseTheMoney but you
come down to i street
They won't come down to i street
Lion take a bite
Roar
Never give up a fight
Never give up a fight
the zone
Then get yo' smoke on
Then do yo thug thang
If you resign the streets
Because you love to bang
Then do yo thug thang
If you don't give a fuck
fit me
Growing up on Sesame Street
Can you feel, what I feel?
Can you hear, what I hear?
Can you see what I see?
When ma feet hit the streets
on to the next"
I wrote that message thinkin' I'm awkward, prolly' would never have sex
You know in high school 16 you prolly late
My cousin hit me back, "Don't
(L-B-Dub)
(Y'all know what this is)
Only thing that keeps me up (ha), when I'm feelin' down
I don't know about you, but I gotta keep mines
Nine-six for Glocks cause fiends hittin'
Up blocks with street sweepers
Bless myself when knowin' rules
To these streets
Somethin' I learned in school
don't give a fuck
Yeah yeah
Now you know about me
So leave me the fuck alone and never talk to me again
All y'all niggas bitch ass niggas
Keep me
Folgers in my cup
Makaveli versus Biggie, I'ma hit em Up
The streets will never change
Ya' Niggas ain't build from the fabric that Ya' claim
Pussy nigga'
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