Scram Jones - NY Streetz lyrics

Na Na Not Not Nah {*3X*} It's Street Life {*3X*} S to the A, man Lets get into this sh** n***a! I don't drive a g5 truck but I'm live as a f** Had to go to prison for years for me to wisen up Used to run around formaldehyded up And if we ever bumped heads you pretty much knew you was out of luck Remember I shot crackhead Reg in the leg for running off with a Pack Even after he gave it back n***a this is deeper than rap Though a lot of n***as say that Everything that I speak is a fact sh**, then I shot crackhead Debbie Talk about domestic abuse this b**h got hit with the desi Now after Debbie and Reggie I'm ready For any and everybody that want to test me Let's see there was the Kid I shot in the Camelot, Thought sh** was sweet Til his a** got hit with the heat I ain't just giving you sh** to critique Everything you hear me spit to the beat Is sh** I did in the street [Hook: repeat 2X] You don't want drama You don't want no beef You don't want to lose those teeth (This is street life) s**a you could die, quicker than you could live When you f**in with the NY Streetz (Real Street Life) Sugar Pie Hunny Bear We gotta get money here Whether I got to write these raps or stash cracks in my underwear Whatever yo I don't care I swear I'll let the lead smoke Before I'm dead broke I ain't a Crip, man I'll hit you in your head loc I ain't a blood dog I'll leave your a** red soaked With life line fluid Then write a rhyme to it Called how I k**ed this n***a, true story First week it's gonna sell more than you N.O.R.E And more than you too, Nas Cause I had a real body in the trunk, not one but two guys And I'm gonna get more publicity than 50 And be on UPN more nights a week than Sticky But I ain't gonna be on no show called Platinum I'ma be on the news n***as stuntin I clapped them [Hook: repeat 2X] You don't want drama You don't want no beef You don't want to lose those teeth (It's street life) s**er you could die, quicker than you could live When you f**in with the NY Streetz (Real Street Life) I know they love the kid More than that other kid Don't try to act like You ain't discovered it Don't make a joke alright You'll be the bu*t of it I act nice But you know I'm on some gutter sh** I'm thuggin it My pops wasn't sh** Little Brian was raised by the government My God was the judge and sh** Sent me to some juvenile jail with some other young thugs in it To me it was like a covenant They had animal lessons It was the sh**, I was loving it I came home with another chip On my shoulder that was bigger than that other sh** I got heavily on the drug tip, huggin the script Only time I used bags was to put slugs in the clip If you f** around with Saigon I'm bustin your sh** f** with Saigon I'm, bustin, your, sh** [Hook]