paroles de chanson The Streets - Joe Dubb feat. Jezzy 500, Suge & Nani V

Yeah, for my niggas living in the street
Street life is all we know, man
Stuck in the street, that's all we know
It's hard out here, believe it
Me and my niggas gon' get it, man
Believe that

Heart of the ghetto, the belly of the beast, nigga
Yeah, fuck with me, you get creased, nigga
Young gunner with a lot of pressure on my chest
I promise not to stop until they label me the best
Fuck the rest, y'all, 'cause phony niggas can't be trusted
Talk to the feds, next thing you know, you niggas getting busted
Damn, why these suckers play kiss and tell?
They try to fuck up on your man when you're locked in jail
I can't tell if these niggas really can't be trusted
Or will my niggas plot on me just 'cause my niggas lusted
Over the money, the cars, the clothes
Over the riches, the hoes, the shows
You already know my niggas keep guap
So if you hating on my niggas, man, you really need to stop
'Cause the top is where we headed, man, my people stay ready
This the Lane, motherfucker, and you
Asked me, yeah, I said it, what's up?

Street gutter will smother
Any nigga in my path when I'm tryna get that cash
If the police get behind me, then you know I'm gon' dash
And if the niggas start telling, then they life ain't gon' last, nah
I heard you snitching on me (These niggas telling)
But I'ma have your head, I guarantee (Gotta have it)
This is the gangster you see (You see it, nigga)
Cold-hearted from living in the streets (Yeah)

I love the money and that's why I'm glued to the block
I love counting money, so I hustle 'round the clock
I'm from the gutter, so I get real grimy with it
And if a nigga want it, then I send a clique to get him
And why these niggas snitching, getting niggas locked up?
You fake motherfuckers got the game fucked up
I smoke a nigga like a Swisher Sweet all in the wind
And when I step in the game, yeah, I'm tryna win
And when I'm aiming the steel, I'm aiming for your head
My brother told me, "Man, you pull a gun, you better use it"
So when I carry a pistol, you better think twice
'Cause when I'm pulling it out, I'm taking every life
Have a nigga floating away, something like a bird
Put him in the sky, have him looking down on Earth
I'm from the street where it's cold, so my heart froze
You already know the code got me on my toes

Street gutter will smother
Any nigga in my path when I'm tryna get that cash
If the police get behind me, then you know I'm gon' dash
And if the niggas start telling, then they life ain't gon' last, nah
I heard you snitching on me (These niggas telling)
But I'ma have your head, I guarantee (Gotta have it)
This is the gangster you see (You see it, nigga)
Cold-hearted from living in the streets (Yeah)

Mind on my money, money on my mind
If a nigga wants to eat, a nigga gots to grind
Time after time, I see them boys in blue, they looking
They coming for the kitchen and the chickens that I'm cooking
Yeah, get the cash, then I smash out
They on my bumper, 'bout to shake 'em with my under out
Too clever, boy, they'll never catch this ghetto child
Get a ride on the LP, watch out, I'm driving wild
Hit the stop sign on, tossing, bang to left
I swear to God, I ain't stopping 'til my fucking death
Pedal to the floor, the Chevy moving hella fast
Just them rollers, now I'm laughing, counting hella cash
On my way to the block where my niggas at
Pass me the Swisher Sweets and the Cognac
It's time to get fucked up and have a little fun
But keep the hating to yourself, 'cause, boy, I ain't the one

Street gutter will smother
Any nigga in my path when I'm tryna get that cash
If the police get behind me, then you know I'm gon' dash
And if the niggas start telling, then they life ain't gon' last, nah
I heard you snitching on me (These niggas telling)
But I'ma have your head, I guarantee (Gotta have it)
This is the gangster you see (You see it, nigga)
Cold-hearted from living in the streets (Yeah)