The Streets - 8-ball
Written by：S. Williams/Premro Smith/M Goodwin
Off brand niggaz we ain't f**kin with y'all
Catch up with ya kind cuz you ain't touchin a dog
Imitation fake like gucci suits niggaz be wearin
Ni**a like me hit the room and all the b**ches be starin
I'm not fine I'm not cute they just know I got some loot
Grippin wood lookin good '24s make them choose
Nine times out of ten the b**ches bad news
Hit the dick and start actin like a motherf**kin' fool
Clothes brand new from my t shirt to my shoes
Pop a tag every day that's what ghetto niggaz do
Hustle hard spread all the bread with my crew
When we in the club they be poppin bottles too
We crunk and keep it hype and everybody know it's on
When my work hits the street watch
How quick that sh*t be gone
I rap like I'm quick enough but catch 'em full of zones
When my work hits the street watch
How quick that sh*t be gone ni**a
Street niggaz keep your guns hit the traps
Spend your bread on rims and ice whatever them b**ches like
Street niggaz push it all hard or ball
Sticky w**d whatever ya need man we got it all
Street niggaz
Keep your guns hit the traps
Spend your bread on rims and ice whatever them b**ches like
Street niggaz push it all hard or ball
Sticky w**d whatever ya need man we got it all
I'm just a street ni**a I keep my heat under the seat
If a bum run up hope he got his gun up
From sundown to sunup I keep it with me
And I end up be unloadin on y'all when y'all hit me
It's a grand shame that you niggaz come from it but can't walk through it
What is it I thought you knew it
It was the streets ni**a
My seat used to hit it when
I didn't have no wheels to go get it
M j f**kin g droppin these bars with
No regards for snitches and fake broads
You ain't hard from steroids ni**a you big fraud
I remember when them bullets was takin your lunch card
I'm a real ghetto politician
And what I gotta give in to motherf**kers who willin to try to vision
When a ni**a spittin
Quit all the whinin' and *****in
Baby sharp look and listen pay attention to what you been missin
Street niggaz keep your guns hit the traps
Spend your bread on rims and ice whatever them b**ches like
Street niggaz push it all hard or ball
Sticky w**d whatever ya need man we got it all
Street niggaz keep your guns hit the traps
Spend your bread on rims and ice whatever them b**ches like
Street niggaz push it all hard or ball
Sticky w**d whatever ya need man we got it all
Yea come on
Street niggaz street niggaz
We sittin' on leathers and we grippin' on wood
Streets is watchin
Come on yeah
We makin plenty bread and reppin' our hood
Streets is watchin
Yeah come on
Money over b**ches man it still all good
Streets is watchin
We makin plenty bread and we reppin' our hood
What can I say about these streets that I be walkin
Not too much cuz where I from niggaz ain't motherf**kin talkin
We'd rather listen and watch
Tryin to flex and gaurd their clothes and
Baume and mercier watches
Tryin' to get my gloss on
I paid the cos' to be the boss
On these corners where ballin niggaz floss on
Haters get tossed on 5 0 get and out of towners get robbed
And drop that can't nobody gonna stop that
See it was like this before me
So if you think it's time to change ni**a show me
Obviously you don't know me
It's time that you learned
Niggaz that try to hold me on my grind they get burned
I'm down from p a man
West side to the east fool
Aw come on bun b dude what about peace
F**k peace fool
You want some love ask your momma or the lord
B**ch I'm down with pimps see
U g k be goin harder
Street niggaz keep your guns hit the traps
Spend your bread on rims and ice whatever them b**ches like
Street niggaz push it all hard or ball
Sticky w**d whatever ya need man we got it all
Street niggaz keep your guns hit the traps
Spend your bread on rims and ice whatever them b**ches like
Street niggaz push it all hard or ball
Sticky w**d whatever ya need man we got it all
