Eightball & MJG - The Streets lyrics

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Eightball & MJG - The Streets lyrics

Off brand n***az, 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 that n***az 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 everyday that's what ghetto n***az 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 Street n***az, keep your guns, hit the traps Spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them b**hes like Street n***az, push it all hard or ball Sticky weed, whatever you need, man, we got it all Street n***az, keep your guns, hit the traps Spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them b**hes like Street n***az, push it all hard or ball Sticky weed, whatever you need, man, we got it all 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***az come from it But can't walk through it, what is it? I thought you knew it It was the streets, n***a, my feet used to hit it When I didn't have no wheels to go get it MJ 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 street n***az, keep your guns, hit the traps Spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them b**hes like Street n***az, push it all hard or ball Sticky weed, whatever you need, man, we got it all Street n***az, keep your guns, hit the traps Spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them b**hes like Street n***az, push it all hard or ball Sticky weed, whatever you need, man, we got it all Yeah, c'mon, street n***az, street n***az We sittin' on leathers and we grippin' on wood (The streets is watchin') C'mon, yeah, we makin' plenty bread and we reppin' our hood (The streets is watchin') Yeah, c'mon, money over b**hes, man, it still all good (The streets is watchin') Street n***az, street n***az We makin' plenty bread and we reppin' our hood What can I say about these streets that I be walkin'? Not too much 'cuz where I from n***az ain't motherf**in' talkin' We'd rather listen and watch, tryin' to flex and guard Their clothes and Baume and Mercier[Incomprehensible] watches They gave my gloss on, I paid the cost to be the boss On these corners where ballin' n***az floss on Haters get tossed on, 5-0 get [Incomprehensible] And out of towners get robbed and drop that Can't nobody gonna stop that See, it was like this before me, so why am I [Incomprehensible] 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***az that try to hold me on my grind, they get burned I'm down from P.A., man, west side to the east, fool (C'mon 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 [Incomprehensible] street n***az, keep your guns, hit the traps Spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them b**hes like Street n***az, push it all hard or ball Sticky weed, whatever you need, man, we got it all Street n***az, keep your guns, hit the traps Spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them b**hes like Street n***az, push it all hard or ball Sticky weed, whatever you need, man, we got it all