Текст песни Street Beethoven - Lil T. Flacko

They already know who be around Here
They already know who get it (Gang)
They already know what I'm doing out Here
They already know you cappin' (Facts)
I'm a street nigga hoppin' out the Range
You a goofy nigga lackin' (Nah)
Told you Nigga I can't fuck with the Jake's
They bring the lames, he be spazzing
Liquor in my cup, fucking up my lungs
Nigga whatever we make it happen (What's happening)
Pull the semi out this ain't no range
I might just have to go ahead and park it (Skrtt)
Let that lil nigga do his thing
We can't have him hoppin' out of pocket
Off with his head, I'm taking names
He taking one straight to the noggin (Boom)

Fn, perk 30's on the table now we spin again (Boom boom)
Big rims, gold rings, and we got them bottles poppin'
Off the white, bright as light
It's gone make him kick again (Again)
Do this shit for life
9 m's, that bitch a gen 5
It's morphin' time
One to the spine, it remind me of Ben 10 (Ben 10)
I can't lack not in my life
You know that I'm tapped in (Frrr)
In the trenches, might take your life
These niggas be clenching
We them niggas that take your breath
This nigga be gasping (Gasp)
You know we keep it one Hunnid (Hunnid)
Counting bands, counting Hunnids
Out on the block you know where it's Hot
You can come get it down under (Get It)
Put your ass down under
In the stands he don't want it (Facts)
We counting the bands
I'm making my case straight to the Lord up above us
Lord forgive me of all my troubles
Lord forgive me of all my sins (My Sins)
I've been low, feeling humbled
I've been making my amends (My Amends)
Like a star, my diamonds Hubble
To the moon, the rocks I'm smoking
Out the room, my Diamonds glowing
My colors be bleeding they showing (Yerrr)
I've been trappin' in the streets
Making bread, I can't sleep
Moving weight, movin' heat
All these niggas can't compete (Where he at)
I'm in the range doing the dash
Yeah we got it hella cash
Poppin' a bottle, poppin' some tags
Survive the jungle, he won't last (He won't last)
You know I get it how it comes
A real nigga in the slums
Yeah you better come with drums
I'm spittin' real nigga shit over drums (Bang)
I've been left with some noodles
These niggas they bitches they poodles
Sniffin' some shit, how they do you (How they do you)
One way glass, see right through you
Yeah we did it on computers
Murder gang, we them shooters (Frrr)
It go bang that's the toolie
You can't hang, he a groupie (Gang)
She a 10 imma do her
She land on my bed, man she blew me (Yeah)
Pray to God, said I blew it
Still the man, saying screw it (Screw it)
We come from the dark
Drank be darker than bark
You know the dogs, yeah they bark out Here
Let that little bitch spark out here (Brrrd)
We can't fuck with the opps I'm clear
I ain't a preacher, but I got a girl on her knees
Like it's Sunday out here
You just a reacher, she got you begging please
Just for a lil bit of cudi I hear (Ah haha)
Alright bring it back
I'm the same nigga since I was a jit (Jit)
Posted in the streets, I shoot I don't miss (Nah)
He got a little fame, but be toting for kicks
You ain't seen a Nigga realer than this (This)
Got drank in my piss
My diamonds be glowing, they making me gliss (Gliss)
I can show you the way, it's called an assist
Got ice on my wrist, and some ice on my hand
We can resort to the fist, while you take it to the gram
Got a couple of grams, of that raw raw shit (Snow)
Like the scales of a fish
But my fish costs a band
That chalk it be making the block hot
Yeah we go up
You makin it drip
I'm making it rain when I land
Hop off the jet then we active again
These niggas be booted, they poppin' oh man
I'm high in the rover, I Skrt in the land (Land)
You made your bed, why you sleepin' again
No x's and o's, hope you made your amends