My Streets Lyrics - Singles - Damien

We smoke dubs on hot streets 

Watch hoes creep 

Drop hits of acids in 3's 

Blow up bitch police 

As they drive down my street 

In their ugly ass caprice 

Walk away and say peace 

Watch tramp ass hood rats 

Walk around with fake gats 

Poppin pills of x lax 

Beat em down and puttem on the rail road tracks 

Bunch of hoes that can't ball 

Just a bunch of hacks 

Can't handle 6 packs 

But I need to relax 

Cause im about to react 

These bitches wanna compete 

You about to be made obsolete 

And wind up on the concrete 

As I bust out my heat 

But yo ass is used to defeat 

So you become discreet 

Now you wanna come up to me wit beef 

Well let me brief 

Ima murder you like I did the chief of police 

Run off and shoot up NBD 

Take the money and run 

Go by some tight ass Detroit chron 

Get blazed up and flee 

back to the crime scene 

I get a rush off the trouble I cause 

As I break the city bylaws 

And leave people in aws 

While they wonder y I did this 

You damn right I did it 

And ill do it again 

I might as well be blacklisted 

Cause I don't even exist 

So what am I to do 

Wait for a breakthrough 

Just so my album can debut 

But when will I be noticed 

And become a talented artist 

This is how it is on my streets 

We walk around and carry beefs 

Cause weve lost all belief 

But this ain't no time to grief 

I should write a song about the hell I cause 

As I get fucked up and traumatized 

And listen to tupacs still I rise 

And wonder y I even try 

Their can't be two of us 

So I better bust 

im a drunken lush 

and I ain't even worth the fuss 

I get on the mike and jus cuss 

About how I wanna kill a bitch named russ 

Strangle him and beat him over the head 

with his own bed post 

cause I hate bitch talking hoes 

and especially weak ass homos 

who don't wanna throw down with me 

youll find you ass hangin dead from a tree 

This is how it is on my streets 

We walk around and carry beefs 

Cause weve lost all belief 

But this ain't no time to grief 

I don't take shit from peeps 

I ain't got no beef 

After I put you 7ft deep 

This anger needs to be released 

Cause the insanity just increased 

So what am I to do 

Yell at bitches in drive throughs 

Walkin around pissed at every crew 

Wanting to kill everyone even you 

Cause of this tension from when I grew 

I see you stumbling around drunk 

And run you over in my truck 

Claim it was an accident 

Cause that's how it is on my streets 

You wouldn't know about that 

So put away that fake gat