Bun B - The Streets lyrics

[Verse 1: 8 Ball] Off brand n***as we ain't f**in with y'all Catch up with ya kind cuz you ain't touchin a dog Imitation fake like Gucci suits n***as be wearin n***a like me hit the room and all the b**hes be starin' I'm not fine I'm not cute, they just know I got some loot Grippin wood, lookin good '24s make them choose Nine times out of ten the b**hes bad news Hit the dick and start actin like a motherf**in' fool Clothes brand new from my T-shirt to my shoes Pop a tag every day, that's what ghetto n***as do Hustle hard, spread all the bread with my crew When we in the club they be poppin bottles too We crunk and keep it hype and everybody know it's on When my work hits the street watch how quick that sh** be gone I rap like I'm quick enough but catch 'em full of zones When my work hits the street watch how quick that sh** be gone, n***a [Chorus: 8 Ball & MJG] Street n***as (keep your guns hit the traps Spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them b**hes like) Street n***as (push it all hard or ball Sticky weed, whatever ya need, man we got it all) Street n***as (keep your guns hit the traps Spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them b**hes like) Street n***as (push it all hard or ball Sticky weed, whatever ya need, man we got it all) [Verse 2: MJG] I'm just a street n***a I keep my heat under the seat If a... bum run up hope he got his gun up From sundown to sunup I keep it with me And I end up be unloadin on y'all when y'all hit me It's a grand shame that you n***as come from it but can't walk through it What is it? I thought you knew it It was the streets n***a, my seat used to hit it when I didn't have no wheels to go get it M J f**in' G droppin these bars with no regards for snitches and fake broads You ain't hard from steroids, n***a you big fraud I remember when them bullets was takin your lunch card I'm a real ghetto politician And what I gotta give in to motherf**ers who willin to try to vision When a n***a spittin', Quit all the whinin' and b**hin' Baby sharp, look and listen, pay attention to what you been missin' It's the -- [Chorus] [Bridge: 8 Ball] Yea come on.. Street n***as, street n***as We sittin' on leathers and we grippin' on wood (Streets is watchin') We makin plenty bread and reppin' our hood (Streets is watchin') Money over b**hes, man it still all good (Streets is watchin') We makin plenty bread and we reppin' our hood (Streets is watchin') [Verse 3: Bun B] What can I say about these streets that I be walkin'? Not too much cuz where I from n***as ain't motherf**in talkin We'd rather listen and watch Tryin to flex and gaurd their clothes and Baume and Mercier[?] watches Tryin' to get my gloss on I paid the cos' to be the boss on these corners where ballin n***as floss on Haters get tossed on, 5-0 get [???] and out of towners get robbed And drop that, can't nobody gonna stop that See it was like this before me So if you think it's time to change, n***a show me Obviously you don't know me It's time that you learned n***as that try to hold me on my grind, they get burned I'm down from P.A., Man - West side to the east, fool (Aw come on Bun B, dude what about peace?) f** peace, fool You want some love, ask your momma or the lord b**h I'm down with pimps see, UGK be goin harder [Chorus]