Chamillionaire - In These Streets (Chopped & Screwed) lyrics

-Chamillionaire- Who the trillest The answer you thought you knew it You blew it thats why they drew it The pistol soon as it hits you You wish you never do it Bang till your brain spew it Houston is full of sewege Its true it ain't nothing to it They will do it act like you knew it See i ain't really got to prove it Look around and it show Cause most of these n***** we use to know ain't even around here no mo But don't drown in your flow Cause its deeper look around and hell no This ain't Cleveland it don't be frezzing but boys around here with snow Redefining my hoe They think she on the side when she wit em, she ridin and flippin in your car You see that wire that's sticking Out her bra federal car right behind him is picking his a** up But damn broh (damn broh) They done found them a victim, (damn) Walk with me through that spaceship city Where that 9 is the law Channal 13 preview that scene Who did that crime to that boy Walk in on that red carpet Ain't the kind the stars be walking on Chalk is shown (is that right) Outline with that scar (damn) -Hook- It's real on these streets n***as be toting heat on these streets Puting bustas to sleep on these streets Playing for keeps in these streets I ougth to eat off these streets Your momma weep Cause now you lay dead on these streets X2 n**** -B.G.- Where I'm from we play it raw We cutthtroat and bout our business Some call it New Orleans But I nicknamed it Chopper City Its the home of the Hornets And the home of the Saints But don't get that name twisted We'll toss you off in a lake If you want work We'll tell you we got weight Tax him 22 for a burner, flour, or cake N**** ride fly in benzes on 22s Double back drop 26s under the H2 I'm a fool wit it Hoes be like i want him Fresh Dickie shirt over my tee with some bos and tims I'm a hot boy If you ain't know ask somebody On Valence and Magnolia I'm like the Don John Gotti Don't try me or you'll end up a nobody On a front of a tee With your people second line And its like that I ain't the one to size up Cause if you do me that Then i'ma have to fie up (Hook) -Stat Quo- Track bang, (track bang) Pimp ho like good game Got damn shame That boy there got good aim Across the globe He got pulled like hair strains Stat Quo the beast Big Bread my nickname Trunk pop the show My verse is spiritual Test me and your condition Will end up critical Started from the A Why he spit so lyrical He not right for the hood He a south coast miracle For the strippers, hustlas And common criminals 9 to 5 workers, lieutenants and generals ? to struggle The grind will injure you It takes more than crutches To make it through I'm telling you (Hook) -Soulja Slim- What you're hearing is uptown Is y'all fimilar with that sound A hundred rounds will gun you down Put your b**** a** underground Now i want you to know See i'ma general Is there a heaven or hell Tell me where the k**ers go My pill busting slow Fill up the dro I'm bout to tell em What they need to know don't f*** wit us we creepin low He out that 13th, he out that 17th I'm out that muthaf***in 3-9 Who want beef I'll be damn if grown k**as stay humble I could get ya k**ed Without uppin the bundle Magnolia that's my project Never call it a jungle Keep a spot on the block And a key of dope to fumble I'm down south hustlin Get paid in many ways If your lick ova a hundred g's I'm comin to bust yo head I say f*** the feds And i'll say it again From the streets to the pen I play the game to win (Hook)