Lupe Fiasco - Street Stories lyrics

Give me my doughs, with semi-autos And many Glock fo's in they Fendi ponchos Kissimmee saint cloud condos You want it pronto You hit it on the head like congos My auto garage is Like that of Malik el-Shabazz hodges Those that choose not to dodge us Bullet lodges Like water buffalo better get Hustler ettiquette Move rocks like Frederick And your dames I entertain Like my first name Cederick Like Max Julien how I Macks julie 'em Or any other chicken that listens for more than 40 seconds Me and shorty steppin, left in the dust is the previous player who Game wasn't up to par with thus such as ours See thats where the jealousy starts, the ice grills begin and the weaponry sparks So I'm forced to keep a gun up in the drawers and a, vest tight like a woman wit some balls Pause... never n***as stall like public bathrooms I move fast, while they a**ume Positions I be splittin and gettin gone They wanna take me off the wicker throne that I sit upon Like Huey Newton but Luey shootin in Louis vutton, movie viewin, hoochie doin' Hit a chick, similar to Lucy Liu an' only Cuban Transmittin, these ghetto laws like the transitions See the h**n that my man siftin' I move it to d**h Like my hands spittin, from my lungs to my tounge to my gums to the guns that my hands liftin Stay riffin Mercedez Benz sedan whippin Extra heavy coppin, set up every block and buy out every bag of plastic wrap saran rippin n***a, n***a... yeeeah! Julie ran a j**elery store had a friend named gwen Who had a benz named sin 222 4 burgendy the color currency her mother Wore a lady mueller 17 carats maybe cooler Maybe navy bluer say she pay 80 maybe fewer Prada topper gucci shoer Light skin 5'10" and slim and had something real shady to her On the daily julie tried to play me to her Said that she can take me to a place in the ruba Where they puff buddha from hookas while sippin cups of lewer Steady frontin like she somethin how a hundred wasn't nothing to her ??budawall?? diamonds pradas last season I even trying to believe in I think she lieing conniving deceiving she look like the type that like to mislead men But I could be misreading miss taught never underestimate underspeculate even She say she used to run with steven a good n***a but hes no longer breathin You see I heard he used to mess with ??checks?? til he got it in the wreck They shot him in his chest head left honking his van horn like the nets Cellphone in his cupholder chrome in his gun holster They got the drop on em put the ??fufox?? and Glocks on em Thought he was invincible, the pinnacle of tough guy material Left his rocks on him ??buggets?? and ??secks?? thats invisible Much like the ones I wear one eyed stare looking at her crazy yeah I know about a ruba we got a crib on the coast 2 yachts barbeque chicken wings on the boats Much white northern light smokin 13 to toast but Thats for my n***as I never partake in the smoking marijuannas Or the drinking of the liquors and I ain't got nothing for ya I encourage you type send you to buy for you Its just head in booth hide this mack in ya coupe stick these packs in ya boots Take a stack off the loot and scoop, n***a n***a