Mr. 3-2 - Streets of Sin lyrics

(*talking*) R.I.P. (R.I.P.), DJ Screw (DJ Screw) We never gon forget you baby, love you my n***a That's for real, huh, G-O-V (G-O-V) S.U.C. (S.U.C.), G-O-V (S.U.C.) [Mr. 3-2] One day you here, the next day you gone Never I thought I'd say, R.I.P. to Screw in a song But he gone I can't believe it, now he in a better place And all I vision now, was a smile on his face Saying don't worry, everybody move ahead It's Screwed Up Click, till the day that I'm dead Go FED if I have to, put it all on the line G-O-V, S.U.C., it go down all around Coast to coast, people slowing it up Saying man hold up, with codeine in they cup I hustle up and go get it, mash for the cash The fruit of all evil, got us all living fast [Chorus - 2x] These streets these streets, we living in Will I see d**h or the Penn Everybody want ends, and a brand new Benz Fake foes and friends, in these streets of sin [Mr. 3-2] See this more I'm cold, and this street game I played All up in your face, bout to put work in for the case You better watch what you say, bout S.U.C Cause you don't wanna cross that line, and end your L-I-F-E G-O-V, representing the almighty dollar Fake n***as speak like hoes, but real n***as follow Holla holla, if you ain't talking bout nothing b**h you better get out my face, move around and stack something You stunting big talking, but ain't did jack I put the word in, and somebody gon bring your hat The Boss Man, Mr. 3-2 And it's all dedicated, to my n***a DJ Screw [Chorus - 2x] [Mr. 3-2] 2001 these streets is crazy, no doubt Coming up and pulling moves, transactions at the spot I had to get it however, bills gotta be paid Now I'm thoed living laid, Gucci locs with long braids Playa made independent, hundred thousand out the do' Went up and X'd out, crawling down slow With your hoe going live, on the whole click I'm a pimp not a trick, it's in my blood I must admit We on hit in the South, Gulf Coast number three Southside of the tree, H to the C Pulling all-nighters, reminiscing bout the people who gone Cause they never coming back, so we gotta hold on [Chorus - 2x] (*talking*) These streets, that we live in huh Rest in peace DJ Screw, rest in peace Fat Pat Rest in peace Lil' Gator, rest in peace Pat Lemons It go on and on, Mafio, Big Rue, love y'all baby