paroles de chanson Streets - Game
Now
I
sound
so
raw,
cos
I'm
down
by
law,
Trying
to
play
me
cos
I'm
rapping
I
will
break
yo
jaw,
Catch
a
nigga
in
these
streets
make
you
take
clothes
off,
Leave
you
dead
butt
naked,
Man
you
fuckin'
with
a
boss,
cross
pass
with
me,
I'm
in
the
hood
all
them
watts
in
the
Bronx
where
they
cater
all
around
The
devil
block,
trouble
not,
I'm
ready
for
em,
niggas
they
know
I'm
ready
for
them,
I'm
the
hardest
I'm
a?
so
I'm
heated
heavy
for
it,
Why
you
looking
for
me
nigga
wit
yo
looking
ass,
Meet
me
at
the
Club
all
my
niggas
get
to
whippin'
ass,
Then
a
nigga
sue
me,
sue
me
nigga
pos'ed
to
be
thug,
Nigga
Pos'ed
to
be
street,
pull
your
skirt
down
nigga
cos
we
smellin'
yo
pussy,
The
whole
bottom
line
is
you
cant
fuck
wit'
me,
Will.I.Am
the
ghetto!,
Will.I.Am
the
ghetto!
(Streets),
Cause'
I'm
a
thug
by
nature,
thug
by
nature,
Gotta
keep
thuggin',
I'm
thuggin',
gotta
keep
thuggin',
I'm
thuggin'.
You
looking,
for
me,
ill
be,
rollin',
You
can
find
me
in
the
streets,
you,
you
can
find
me
in
the
streets
If
you
looking,
for
me,
ill
be,
rollin'
You
can
find
me
in
the
streets,
you,
you
can
find
me
in
the
streets
Its
the
black
rag
assassin,
fourty
fo'
mag
blast,
And
black
ski
mask
throwing
shots
out
a
dodge
magnum,
Gang
bang
forever
put
the
barrel
on
the
head
of
the
devil,
Wit
homicidal
intentions
I
reign
terror,
On
any
cliq
or
squad
you
niggas
bitch
you
fraud,
I'm
a
tickin'
time
bomb
let
it
finish
the
job,
Lyrical
damage
on
one,
two
punch,
crush
you
amateurs,
Box
and
watch
me
execute
like
(cockins?),
My
flow
piping
hot
scorchin',
proceed
with
caution
murder
any
mc,
Ya
soul
is
lost,
when
I'm
ridin'
with
them
bone
thugs,
black
glocks
and
chrome
slugs,
Parked
on
the
block
with
the
nose
up,
get
ready
for
the
face
off,
Nicholas
Cage
ain't
got
shit
on
a
nigga
with
a
fuckin'
grenade,
One
man
army,
only
two
things
in
the
world
can
call
me,
West
pussy
and
that
bomb
ass
chronic,
I
never
back
down,
never
back
down,
Never
back
down,
now
let
the
bone
thugs
back
Now
we
them
niggas
in
them
black
dickies
and
steel
toe
boots,
Stomp
on
that
nigga
that
got
a
pistol
but
he
still
gon'
shoot,
Cause
he
a
hoe,
like
half
to
these
niggas
is
rappin',
I'm
a
let
you
know,
these
niggas
is
actin'
and
puttin'
on
a
fancy
show,
We
done
checked
these
niggas,
met
these
niggas
man
I
don't
respect
these
niggas,
I'm
a
real
mother
fucking
T-H-U-G,
original
hate
to
be
a
critic,
But
yo
shit
I
ain't
feeling,
no,
you
niggas
is
elementary,
I
got
history,
lyrically
you
cant
see
me,
physically
ill
bring
your
misery,
seriously,
You
niggas
ain't
been
hearing
me,
but
listen
to
these
other
niggas
hits,
You
hear
my
twist
they
blew
my
shit,
but
its
all
good,
cos
we
keep
it
all
hood,
And
when
we
see
niggas
get
rolled
dog
like
a
hog
should,
Just
lemme
put
the
mother
fuckin'
money
on
the
wood,
Bitch
niggas
would
be
gone
if
they
could,
but
I'm
a
shut
em
down,
I'm
a
shut
'em
down,
I'm
a
shut
em
down,
bone
niggas
known
not
to
fuck
around!
If
you
lookin'!
I
got
my
hand
on
my
balls,
grippin
in
the
raws,
Hood
star,
shit
could
be
my
boulevard,
you
know
I'm
in
the
streets,
I
ain't
hard
to
reach,
on
some
cool
shit
and
some
beef
shit
nigga
I'm
in
the
Streets,
this
ain't
my
only
occupation
hittin'
avenues,
chasin'
paper
always,
And
I
know
how
to
get
It,
and
pissy
hallways,
in
the
raw
way,
You
can
get
it
how
you
live,
nigga
step
the
wrong
way,
I
let
it
bang
b-bang
bang,
I'm
the
street
for
real,
And
I
love
it
but
you
know
how
the
game
play
got
me
ready
to
kill,
Somebody,
but
its
all
good,
wit'
these
shows
at
my
streets
nigga
all
good,
Gotta
be
stacking
my
paper
like
that's
all
I
know,
these
niggas
is
playin',
I
gotta
get
it
like
lock
and
load,
winter
through
summer,
summer
back
through
to
winter,
We
hustlin'
dawg,
hustlin',
hustlin',
hustlin',
Give
it
all
you
got,
give
it
all
you
got,
hustlin',
Niggas
is
talkin'
bout
weed
now
watch
Yo
mouth!
If
you
lookin'!
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