P k**er Trackz - Street Team lyrics

(Cross) Listen man This here is some gangsta sh** you know? Real thorough see Hood sh** Double R sh** n***a The best of the best…….. street team You know what it is or how it is (Cross) Motherf**ers want to act now Keep toast by the waist now Got a block full of crack now Still got to hold the hood down Little Chickens want to run around dicked down Got a clip for the full pound That will put your a** under the ground With a thunderous sound Send heat through your goose down Then I'm blow cool day All over your body Ride or die with me today And when I cook that shook that Ran a roll back In an all black 360 doing 160 Head like sticking move manually She want to know what my stamina be Told the chick real gangstas hard to please Stash hard in the Honda seats You got to know how to game a freak Especially when you pimp to eat You got to pop that thing Put her a** to sleep Better co*k that thing cause the wolves will creep n***as think they hot ain't felt the heat Cross spit that sh** that will melt the street co*ks**er heres a pack come pump for me Double R in a cell you can't f** with me Chorus You don't want to f** with me Y'all n***as know who I am Catch you in the parking lot Pull out and pop your top Somebodys got to drop So what you want to do? You can not hide from me My n***as is coming for you (Infrared) Three O'clock on the dot when I plan to plot Ran up in the smoke spot wanna buy a lot Hurry Up, sh** is hot Can't f** with me k** drama and three's company for bumping me All my n***as own real estate My money can't estimate On the rollie you can't tell the time or the day, and date Hop your b**h a** back in the Escalade Before you make things escalate Pull out, make his man run on him and he had a gun on him Bust a U then make the right To cut through the gas station and take the light Can't tell me ruff ryders don't make it tight Got to wonder what a Harlem n***as life is like And I transport keys if the price is right Then ride back through your hood on a mountain bike Got bullets that will go through your stomach Then come out your head I'm Infrared You ain't know I'm about this bread And I wonder what your family gonna do when they pronounce you dead Then come through your hood with Gucci timbs on In the six with the rims on Getting head from a bad redbone b**h That don't mind switching Like to f** with her timbs on Chorus (Drag-On) On my block there won't be no coping the bank and depositing the sh** You get my drift? Anything sold I want to get a bank roll You motherf**ers don't want to see these things blow Have you like Neptunes oh no When I pull the four-four Look at the hole that you fell in I got to spin around to keep the shells in I ma blast to keep the smell in Bet you know now, when I rap fast I might as well slooooww down I mean I love when I spin Porsche to hold my horse like Whooaaa now How many n***as think they can ruff ryde Because y'all puff lye Thinking y'all a tough guy I'm a slim n***a so I'm a make you duck by Like whoa, listen to a fly bye Like ch-ch-chhh n***a why cry? Don't give a f** where your soul want to go All I care is when I toss this sh**, where they gonna go Watch where this bullet go, past n***as I'm sick of y'all warm-floor a** n***as Don't got to pump no more pa**ing the picture While I'm at your funeral just pa**ing your picture I ain't bad as me Chorus 2x You don't want to f** with me 4x