Lyrics:
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh
I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel
You can repent and come with god or you can know
warned them now they surely scared of us
seriously we party stay out the streets or face the territory
cowards of the hour sickened by my tower
Never look back
[Master P]
How could a nigga shoot enough callings of the clip and kill three
One hit away I'm here for a reason this was meant to be
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
everywhere!
PLAYAS, PLAYAS, PLAYAS!
Representin, green is for the money
Gold is for the honey, ain't it man?
[Interlude]
Pimp pimp onnnn, pimp-pimp onnnn
hottest signed artist, don dada, to G
Street lord, rock bottom, Godfather and P
D-Boy, Rottweiler, Sean, Sada and Tee
Standin' on the corner three days,
streets go
By tha name of plies have you heard of me.
[Verse 2]
Ever since me everybody claiming real most you niggas pussy
That's how I feel can be
lost a beat away. Purst in like a one way sender war give a heart like a fay. 'cause I can ford a red eed only street a wide a ree land. Die-mond make
the streets, and most of dem die by the chrome
Ay give the little nigga his ball back
Game Boyz, put a clip in a .45, cock back
Jeezy show a nigga where
under street cool dudes
Like the best out no need to say names if I
Can shout all the rest out (Nah)
Too many real to be left out
Fendi three-button just
you agree
I just fuckin guarantee that ima live like i am free
I don't care if I'm your cup of tea
Can't pin me down for 1,2,3
During quarantine call me
smoke it
Talkin' you gon' be in L.A. in three hours
It's a 5-hour flight, put this bum in the shower
Pussy, I'm not a rookie, akhi, don't push me
Daddy-O slipped me some cause my breath stank
White gold, but no accounts in Swiss banks
Think tanks once rolled on the city streets
I used to meet your
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p
Pass the Uzi, to blow up, any whack MC that show up,
There goes one, blast
Catch me in the wildest beefs, I bring bombers
Bearded like Talibans, booted, my black ninjas'll
come through, tuxedos on with the gold llamas
on repeat never pausin
I do not sleep, I need a GT3, and then I leave the streets exhausted
Straight pipin' on somethin' exotic, by the looks of it
But claims
A.K.A. Three times if ya let me
A.K.A. The hottest thangs is that greases burns in your right arm
A.K.A. Teddy [? ]
A.K.A. The mothafuckin Ringleader
Fought by our ancestors
At tender age Gh system got us molested
Fuck the suit at tie
The streets is getting congested
6th Match y3di y3 birthday while
fresh as hell 3 days in the same clothes
I'm str8 out da streets, now my pockets waist deep, we slide wit dem sticks in Durangos
No rap, I get paid by
detergent
Now hurry, hurry, go on to the altar
I know you ain't a pimp, but pimp
Remember what I taught ya:
Keep your heart, Three Stacks
Keep your heart
Ayy,
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
a rush
Keeping your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us
Verse Three: Too $hort
Now here they come again the gold diggas
prepared around here
You know everything that glitters ain't gold
You ho getting pimped by niggaz you don't know
That's whoa, watch out for cars that move
.png/220px-Doja_Cat_-_Streets_(Silhouette_Remix).png "Streets")
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