Lyrics:
in the streets
NBA YoungBoy
Thousand shots come behind me
In the nawf where you find me
On Chippewa bitch I'm in the streets
Nigga play he gon'
working long hours, so she always had the free
She said I could come with her if it get hot up in the streets
'Cause I'm a 'rilla in the jungle
back? (uh), come and fight me (fight me)
Check that (check that), Nike (Nike)
I done came a long way from the street shit (street shit)
I done knocked
fakin' (no)
Yeah, I'm really in the streets (yeah, I'm really in the streets)
All these pussy niggas hatin'
I sit back and sip a tea (sip a tea)
I
quesadilla, fuckin' on his baby momma (ooh)
Ran outta drugs, flew the plug out from Uganda (huh?)
(Street nigga, I bust his head for forty dollars; fah)
this street
Caught up with cutters and cleats
Thuggin', I'm somethin' unique
My children love me, my women infatuated
Pull the paper from outta that
and out is alive so everyone strives to keep it outside! D.J.s play in the streets bumpin' beats and sellin' mix tapes of all the greats women is rentin'
I guess I couldn't word them
The life's so funny
I got a message saying that the streets don't love me
The streets don't love you
If you died
house, so now that makes that number 3
Now they call me marathon, because I really run the streets, yeah
He just want good vibes, he just need company
Randy Moss, ay
Oh my god
Two Ws, I'm tossin' up
Can't double me, they fradulent
Evil Knievel, it's all a stunt though
Got my ears to the street
Never in the streets, 'cause I never leave my home
If you wanna live a dream I ain't coming, bitch, I told you
Whip it like a Nascar, I can see
not to chill with niggas
Now I'm backseat, I'm like Malcolm on the black street
With the album, I'm an athlete
The way I be makin' the track meet
her toes done up with her fingernails matchin'
Here dat big ol' butt that you're walkin' cross the street with
Peep this, for a happy meal can I
said, "Daddy don't stop" leave the band on my spot
Nope, they talkin' in the street, some are chasin' that Summer breeze
Face on a wall like Mona Lisa,
York [?]
And I see street life, the only life I know
I see Liberty, I see the motherfucking Verrazanos
I see gangstas getting money, bitches acting funny
The suffering's here, the wait is gone
The streets are filled with a hollow song
Got a new death, it lurks outside
Follows me home, waiting for me
in the streets and let my gat meet ya
[Chorus]
Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo
Why
been through some shit
With my clique
M-zone, rida gang, now these hoes gon' ride the dick
It's because of street fame these bitches know what it is
They
York [?]
And I see street life, the only life I know
I see Liberty, I see the motherfucking Verrazanos
I see gangstas getting money, bitches acting funny
sympathy
The fugitives say that the streets aren't for dreaming now
Manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories
They want a piece of the action
Christmas can't be far away
The small fry on our street have all been saving
They're hiding things and looking kind of sly
Mom will get that do-dat she's
Sabotage on a downtown street
Police cars overturned
You can't do nothing to beat the heat
And if you don't, you'll get burned
Sleek women
already know
I'm bout to hit the streets and go and get what's mine, I won't let you down
Dreams of having finer things, Ridin blades and dreaming should
President's bullet-ridden body in the street
Ride, Johnny ride
Kennedy's shattered head hits concrete
Ride, Johnny ride
Johnny's wife is
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