Текст песни My Ni__az Run Da Street - Big Love

My Niggaz Run Da Streets

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My niggaz run da streets, this how the real walk
We hustle just to eat, miss me with that gangsta talk
My niggaz keep it bloody, dro lit, cups muddy
Fuck what you claimin' man this shit about to get ugly

(1st)
You claim Studewood, I rep Studewood
Listen closely Imma spit it so it's understood
I am da hood; I was born up in Northtown
Across from Wayne Jones right before they tore em down
I started small time dope game cocaine
Pushin' rocks on dat Whitney off of North Main
Me and Damien Gentry now he in the penitentiary
We was playing with that hard back in elementary
And fuck a role model thuggin' out here every since
I was lookin' up to Bucky, Earl, Nat and Vince
Where you was homey, tell me where yo gangstas be?
You niggaz talkin' loud and know the crowd gon follow me
I been a G and on t.v. so we can set it straight
How you gon hate the one who titled Studewood the 8
I'm like yo idol, I already got a Lil E
Fuck behind me all you want you'll never be me

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My niggaz run da streets, this how the real walk
We hustle just to eat, miss me with that gangsta talk
My niggaz keep it bloody, dro lit, cups muddy
Fuck what you claimin' man this shit about to get ugly

(2nd)
You niggaz misdemeanor and I ain't talkin' missy
I scawbled niggaz in yo click yall niggaz sissys
You talk tough homey but where yo killaz at?
I slapped da shit out yo patna yall remember dat
I saw da bitch up in em when I looked into his eyes
If you really gangsta why da fuck apologize?
Talk shit on one of mine I bury two of yours
Imma Studewood Pit yall niggaz kurs
43rd don raise me a bunch of bullets graze me
Since I don't hesitate to pull it people say I'm crazy
I gotta lot of sense I mean a lotta of dollaz
I got respect from my connects u know I pop collaz
You gotta label now and thankin' you on blast nigga
Somethin' stankin' it's yo artist yeah they trash nigga
I know you see us on them inches and them 84's
Boy you don't want it with them Pimp Click assholes

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My niggaz run da streets, this how the real walk
We hustle just to eat, miss me with that gangsta talk
My niggaz keep it bloody, dro lit, cups muddy
Fuck what you claimin' man this shit about to get ugly

(3rd)
I fuck with Rap-A-Lot but got my own Mob
They head bussin' no discussin' when they on the job
I call em Pimp Click cause they smash ho'z
Don't need a lawyer mf cause the case closed
Expose da bitch up in ya so theres no more pretendin'
I'm corner bendin' you can miss me with dat slug sendin'
I'm splendid with da rap boy I'm a major factor
Back to the drawing board for all you independent actors.
My niggaz paper stackers yall better learn
Are fuck around and get served 3rd degree burns
So nigga bust da blunt and busta hold yo cup
You'll get your turn when I'm 100 I might hang it up
Till then I po it up and spit it out on ho'z
I'm a professional get money for my stage shows
You niggaz oughta quit went bought a gangsta kit
Added frames and a Tee but I can spot a bitch