Lil' Wyte - In Da Streets lyrics

(chorus) In the street about my business how I bea bea. If ya want some work from me you pay a fea fea. When i check my crack house im gonna ree-up ree-up. For you robbas in da hood i throw my heat up heat up. (repeat) They always be askin, what is crack c**ain, crack c**ain fries ya brain. Crack c**ain keep me pocket change when I be on my slang. Keep them thangs, single, solid or a brick up off da house. Try to snatch my sh** without payin im blowin off ya mouth. Thats da way it is up in tha dope game, have no respect. Yo heads wit no brains in this thang, blow some big a** checks. Drank to tha liquor store, thats where we rollin ta get my 7-5. Damn, they close at 11. Yes im ballin doin 99. Work da whole week ta get dat cheese and get dat sh** ta me. Bet you feelin sh**ty, fall asleep on da side of da street. Tell me how it feels, walkin round, I know whats goin on. Only thang you know is im the one supplyin all tha stones. Keep my pockets swole and ill be ballin on yo f**in slabs. Think you droppin decisions in my buisness, take yo bigga stab. Yes, i roll wit dealers and these scrillas my priority. b**h, I roll wit k**az and these k**az have authority. (chorus) Well, I aint wastin mine. Gotta get dem nickles and dimes all da time cause Benjamin Franklin da only motha f**a on my mind. Im ridin two door cutla**, twa*ky threes, grippin pine. And I know tha junkies see me, colors changin all da time. When ya spot me betta stop me cause i am not stayin long. Tha pigs would love comin up on this white boy ridin on all this f**in chrome. Got ya stones, b**h im gone. Destination, where i stay. Frasier boy up on da side and b**h we headed to da bay. Whatcha talkin bout? Whatcha askin bout? Whatcha need from me? Check it out, I serve some big bags, some crack and some ecstacy. Anythang else I dont f** wid it, or I just dont f**in know where ta find it, where ta get it, and how far tha sh** would flow. Theres smokas and sellas, these d** be so plentiful, but junkies will do anythang fo they crack man, its pitiful. They lose they life, critical. They body shut down, physical. But rock it up, you get yo grip and all that there is beautiful. (chorus) It aint no use stoppin here, I could keep boomin slangin this dope. Or I could, take a chance on da track, flippin this bird to a gross. But see, its just my luck folks will problly kick in my do. So I gotta keep lookin ova my shoulder watchin out for dem hos. And I gotta go find another location, puff it up waitin on temptation. Theres so many faces and customers in this occupation. I have got no patience and people wanna f** wit my time. Thats why you be comin up short purchasin nickles and dimes. I'm even with mine. You get it how I get it and thats all da time. I never decline, yo money unless you smell outta line. And im feelin fine. They'll find you all tied up in some twine. My money's important. A little more important than how bright I shine. Dont play wit that 9, you pull it, use it, abuse it wit mind. Its eager ta blind and copyright yo mouth wit yo mind. Im puttin it out and given it to you just how i get it. This evil is wit it, with no discussion. This how i spit it. (chorus)