Thug in the Street

[Drag-On] I be the D-are-A-G dash ya niggas foot slim Cause bullets make your feet fast We throw babies in the trash Drag don't play with little gats Crib like McDonald's nothing but Big Macs And quarter pounds Bitch place your order now stay in line I only fuck with broke niggas That straight depend on crime You straight pussy so fuck your ass cap Cause in jail they'll put your cap where Your ass at you ass black Projects that's where Drag at Yea ya got heart But if I don't got my gun That's where ya gonna get stabbed at Boy as a young I never grabbed that toy Drag was taught to grab that and ask "Where the cash at" [Sheek] You think we shoot his pocket sides Deuce deuce and 25's You ain't takin' em' nigga You threatenin' lives I ain't frontin motherfucker I don't shoot no legs I'm tryin' to see if your brains Really look like eggs Or is it just that commercial Your brain on drugs Now it's a total different look From these shotgun slugs To get rich it could take less than two days I'm like them little beepers Half's and bullets two-ways Fuck vests my shit go through toupees I'ma thug in New York And when I'm on your set We the apartment where they filmed Good times at Bitch what the fuck I'ma thug nigga [Chorus: x2] I'ma thug in the streets and I know what to do If you fucking with me I'ma fuck with you I don't give a fuck now I'm doing my thing Like a motherfucking dog I'm doing my thing [Styles] Weight on my back Hate in my heart Blood in my eye Foot on the gas Blunt in my mouth Loving the ride Hand on the gun Ear to the street Back to the wall Mind on my money while I'm clapping at y'all [Jadakiss] I got niggas in jail Crack in the hood Hustle in south Fiends and customers That run in your house I got family ties I'm handy with knives I live my life in the ghetto Nose candy and nines I'm deeper than most Sleep wit it close Wake wit a demon Have visions of the whole World shaking and screaming [Styles] I was born to be a leader But if the game was dirty I was born to be a cheater You talking to me greasy I was going to get the heater [Jadakiss] You tell me what you know about blow Getting dough and straight warrin' with a meaner Fronting in a Benz or I was soarin' in a Bima [Styles] Lyin in the cut The gun is straight running Like a tire on the trucks If he is real or a liar Put the player to his nuts Or the fire to his guts [Jadakiss] Cause niggas is too soft That heat make niggas cool off Fuck ice I'm tryin' to cop the crew lofts [Styles] So we can be back in effect I throw the barrel to the back of your neck And hop back in the vette (corvette) [Jadakiss] Cause everybody is a felon with loot Cause they say rap is like dust [Styles and Jadakiss] And we the only ones sellin' the juice [Chorus: x2] [Eve] Bitches is so sick They throw up So scared they don't even Come around in places that I show up Go ahead nigga put your dough up Me against who nigga grow up Bitches choke can't even get their flow up I ain't got no fear bout you bitches in the industry Acting all confused don't know who you supposed to be Chickens lost steady worrying bout Who's dick is tossed Stop stallin' better get this thing before it's gone But I ain't mad Cause I ain't gon' pass it on Callin' askin can you get on my shit Cause your cash is gone You won't get no sales off of me Bitch please Pitbull run with dogs I don't like fleas [Chorus: x2]