Somethin For The Street Lyrics - Master P

Damn Silkk keep shaking that motherfucker its bubbling up now 

There it is there it is right there 

Ok, I'm a shake it a little while longer 

That's the jent their fool 

Verse 1 

In the crackhouse cutting up the diggety dope 

Breaking down the keys cutting them up like Riddick Bowe 

Gotta cook it up good for the dope fiends 

Not too much baking soda gotta keep it crystal clean 

And just like 7 Up 

Shake the shit well till the motherfucker bubble up 

And now its time for the testing of the dope 

Bring in the junkie and if he choke than its good smoke 

Now its off to the hood 

? til we open up shop partner but its all good 

And just in case you wanna find me 

King George with the tech 9 standing right behind me 

Silkk and Ed in the Benz as the decoy 

And in the 5 Lil Ric and D-Boy 

C-Murder doing time in the county jail 

It been two weeks but it feel like 3 years 

For some player hating snitching bitch 

And after 12 o'clock partner we going to handle this 

Put they heads on flat like Lawerence Taylor 

Bullets flying everywhere they'll never find a cap peeler 

With the rat-tat-tat rat-tat-taty 

I'm a criss cross that ass I'm not the mack daddy 

I'm a put that ass to sleep 

And its a message from the motherfucking street 

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(Chorus) 

Something funky for the streets 

And the niggas and the hoes 

Verse 2 

Top down as we ride thru the giggety streets 

OG blood in my veins, but they don't know the P 

Cause if they did they be ducking 

Cause where I'm from its bout jacking and busting 

Catch you slipping that could cost you your grave man 

Triple gold ones the mark of a dead man 

So why you slanging the keys, drinking the g's watch your g's 

Cause in my street you'll get jacked in the county streets 

(Chorus) 

Verse 3 

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I'm in the black chev coming down the highway 

With the bump in the trunk leaning sideway 

Tacked out with my 40 on my side g 

Bumping shit like The Ghetto's Trying to Kill Me 

See in 94 them bitches can't fade me 

And to your dome its a 9 a 380 

Or make that mac 10 tap dance on that ass 

You see the No Limit mob you better move fast 

Being real cause the P don't high side 

89 did my first fucking drive-by 

Open fire with that deuce deuce on the crowd 

They started yelling as the bithces started falling down 

All I heard was sirens by the police 

Ran thru the crowd act liked it wasn't me 

Niggas in the back of the chev getting chroniced out 

Just handled our business and we slowly smashed out 

Now we on the freeway 

Danked out, just bust caps and we got away 

TRU g's in the dope game 

But always coming thru with something funky for the streets man 

(Chorus)