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Street nigga, sip liquor
Bag bitches, get money and dodge snitches
Street nigga winter time no heat nigga
Section eight, welfare and fiends nigga
Street nigga, it's beef nigga we eat niggaz
Redrum, shotgun, flee flicker.
My street niggaz my street niggaz
My street niggaz, my street niggaz
I'm no killer but don't push me
They love me in the neighborhood like young tookie
Pop bottles, couple models, make a movie
Get head in the jacuzzi while smoking on a lucy
Told that bitch wipe me down i'm feeling like lil boosie
c hundred rounds hope I never have to use them
Fuck you clowns politics as usual
You're nobody until the day of your funeral
I'm John Gotti, Frank Mathews and luscious too
Move o's like hoola hoop
In school I use to hoop
Some niggaz be getting loot
Some niggaz be quick to shoot
Watch that pillow talk them bitches a tell moves
Empty out the safe, raise ya kids with another dude
Street nigga so much to prove
Street nigga nothing to lose
You dropped out of school
You don't abide by rules
Street nigga, sip liquor
Bag bitches, get money and dodge snitches
Street nigga winter time no heat nigga
Section eight, welfare and fiends nigga
Street nigga, it's beef nigga we eat niggaz
Redrum, shotgun, flee flicker.
My street niggaz my street niggaz
My street niggaz, my street niggaz
I was riding with my homie til he changed on me
I was riding with my shorty til she changed on me
Picture perfect I paint a perfect picture
Is it worth it - to have to kill a nigga
Nigga lurking one thing for certain
You gon have to kill a nigga
You Don't deserve it, what's the purpose?
Feeling worthless, close curtain
Quote the Bible “thou shall not kill” but I will for survival
Hidden agendas close friends become rivals
Mind on the money fuck a title
Niggaz faking and these bitches in denial
I can not lie to you
Moving how I move dude i'm on to you
Early two thousand
I was on the corner
Sipping quarter water,
Trying to flip a quarter
Fuck somebody daughter
Riding with the homie slawta
Ducking law and order
Homie thought I taught ya too
But that snake shit was in ya deep
cnd that fake shit was in ya freak
c deadly combination when you in these streets
Niggaz gotta eat, niggaz gon compete
Niggaz love beef, niggaz gon be victims of the streets
Homie don't you let these niggaz trick you for your seat
Mind on the money make it hard to get some sleep
Before you mention me nigga brush ya teeth
Real niggaz and we run these streets
I was riding with my homie til he changed on me
I was riding with my shorty til she changed on me
WRITERS
Malik Allen
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