The Streets Lyrics - Living Legends - Eightball & Mjg

Off brand niggaz, we ain't fuckin' with y'all 

Catch up with ya kind 'cuz you ain't touchin' a dog 

Imitation fake like Gucci suits that niggaz be wearin' 

Nigga like me hit the room and all the bitches 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 bitches bad news 

Hit the dick and start actin' like a motherfuckin' fool 

Clothes brand new from my T-shirt to my shoes 

Pop a tag everyday 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 shit 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 shit be gone, nigga 

Street niggaz, keep your guns, hit the traps 

Spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches like 

Street niggaz, push it all hard or ball 

Sticky weed, whatever you need, man, we got it all 

Street niggaz, keep your guns, hit the traps 

Spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches like 

Street niggaz, push it all hard or ball 

Sticky weed, whatever you need, man, we got it all 

I'm just a street nigga, 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, nigga, my feet used to hit it 

When I didn't have no wheels to go get it 

MJ fuckin', G droppin' these bars with no regards 

For snitches and fake broads 

You ain't hard from steroids, nigga, 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 motherfuckers who willin' to try to vision 

When a nigga spittin', quit all the whinin' and bitchin' 

Baby sharp, look and listen, pay attention to what you been missin' 

It's the street niggaz, keep your guns, hit the traps 

Spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches like 

Street niggaz, push it all hard or ball 

Sticky weed, whatever you need, man, we got it all 

Street niggaz, keep your guns, hit the traps 

Spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches like 

Street niggaz, push it all hard or ball 

Sticky weed, whatever you need, man, we got it all 

Yeah, c'mon, street niggaz, street niggaz 

We sittin' on leathers and we grippin' on wood 

(The streets is watchin') 

C'mon, yeah, we makin' plenty bread and we reppin' our hood 

(The streets is watchin') 

Yeah, c'mon, money over bitches, man, it still all good 

(The streets is watchin') 

Street niggaz, street niggaz 

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 motherfuckin' talkin' 

We'd rather listen and watch, tryin' to flex and guard 

Their clothes and Baume and Mercier[Incomprehensible] watches 

They gave my gloss on, I paid the cost to be the boss 

On these corners where ballin' niggaz floss on 

Haters get tossed on, 5-0 get [Incomprehensible] 

And out of towners get robbed and drop that 

Can't nobody gonna stop that 

See, it was like this before me, so why am I [Incomprehensible] 

If you think it's time to change, nigga, 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 

(C'mon Bun B, dude, what about peace?) 

Fuck peace, fool 

You want some love, ask your momma or the Lord 

Bitch, I'm down with pimps see, UGK be goin' harder 

[Incomprehensible] street niggaz, keep your guns, hit the traps 

Spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches like 

Street niggaz, push it all hard or ball 

Sticky weed, whatever you need, man, we got it all 

Street niggaz, keep your guns, hit the traps 

Spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches like 

Street niggaz, push it all hard or ball 

Sticky weed, whatever you need, man, we got it all