Lyrics:
The streets will chew you up and spit you out, you better get a drac
Don't put your camera on the twin, you know he got a pending case
He was speakin'
[Intro- Lil' Flip]
You know how we do it man
Ain't to many people ballin like us man
I go by the name Lil' Flip
I'm in here with my dog Roy Jones Jr,
it
Criminals on a move, set a threat
Sip the moet, and let off the twin techs to ya
muthafuckin' chest
*samples*
[Verse 4]
I speak
Times like this make me feel as if it'll never happen
Told by many give it up, i'd never make it rapping
Every opportunity blocked like a nasal
moves
Chasing paper no option (Shit I got to)
Switched it up went from a civic to a drop top coupe
I can't pick up your girl, but I pick the Benz with
We're running out of time, too many of my people dying
[Z-Ro]
Day by day it's more impossible, to hold on
I'm going head up with the shadow of death,
of the hit,
Made by the fools in SPV, forty-five glock unloads,
From ya head to ya toe, then come lil man
I'm loadin' that ni-zine from the darkness
the streets
Pumpin' hard core Likwit beats
Flowin' air blowin' loungin'
Inn them leather seats
Think gback how we used to rock the house party
Now we
rest
Is it Jane West or Loveless
I guess it will be the last man on the street
Holding the heat, standing in middle of the street, come
my bank statements, while I stay patient
Niggas ain't playin', be careful who you play with
Huh, you think shit a game
Got stopped by Police, gave
Just because you came here
Doesn't mean that you can stay
Just because you woke up this mornin'
Doesn't mean you can stay awake
Yo the streets is
hear them engines down the street, bitch you can tell we comin'
When I'm in that pussy, say she feel it in her bellybutton
By the way that we approach
like heat seekers
Through the who's who's of the beef eaters
With a Brit-like soul I'm a peace keeper
Ain't trying to be caught by the street sweepers
On dat bs like a pit
Drop rs when I spit
Yeen neva heard shidd like dis
Ima tell ya ass like this
Baby girl ik you want da dicc
On sum big shit like im
Just because you came here
Doesn't mean that you can stay
Just because you woke up this mornin'
Doesn't mean you can stay awake
Yo the streets
the streets in the drop you
Know my boys is hot
We spit fireballs you in my click
I'mma die for yours
Hammer quipped we die for the
Strips defy the law we
Shawty got me fiending for that feline
Drop a pin and I'm gone beeline
All gas, fuck them red lights and them street signs
She sixty minutes away
Tuh! I'll
on them backstreets 'til the
Day that my God call
Lil' Sean Paul, ridin' dirty up 85
In twin Challies
Just a friendly game of dodgeball
I'm the one killed
come outside, put belt to ass
Bella, bitch, she bad, but she fuck with dude and him so I might pass
SR-10392 saved by 180 on the dash
He can't fuck with
the streets but he know what that cost
Either dead or in jail that boy could've been gone
Ain't impressed by them hoes tell em leave him alone
Yea he loyal
the times I prayered for ain't no motherfucking lie
Ain't no trying, we making chances not just getting by
Always business but I need fun in my life
Got
like heat seekers
Through the who's who of the beef eaters
With a Brit-like soul, I’m a peacekeeper
Ain't trying to be caught by the street sweepers
Ain't no Pump faking, swear to god I really pop shit
I really drop shit, got hella keys just like a lock smith
Niggas playin' with my bread, it's an easy
in to the end Pap the first one that I Call, he be my
Pop out twin Bitch, we body rock, so drop a Opp, you think
We lockin' in
We put up shots, it's
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