Текст песни Hella Street - Prodical-P
If
I
ain′t
doing
nothing
You
can
bet
I'm
doing
this
This
shit
should
alarm
you
Like
two
slit
wrist
On
that
quiet
kid
You
pushed
yesterday
I
ain′t
have
the
time
But
the
young
man
set
today
Who's
up
next
to
play
This
game
we
call
life
Can
end
all
in
one
night
So
be
careful
who
you
pipe
If
that
ain't
your
wife
You
best
let
that
slide
Drive
bye′s
happen
daily
I
know
it
sounds
crazy
That′s
just
cause
you
ain't
play
me
Till
now
So
break
that
shit
down
Roll
that
shit
up
Blaze
till
you
cough
barf
or
hiccup
I
know
it
ain′t
the
best
But
it's
my
favorite
pick
up
I′m
dealing
with
some
stress
Spent
my
dollars
at
the
strip
club
A
nigga
using
money
trying
to
get
love
Sounds
funny
don't
it
So
tell
me
why
your
favorite
rapper
Get
signing
bonus
To
buy
a
Rolex
Car
keys
that
he
holding
Balling
like
he′s
Kobe
All
this
shit
he's
showing
While
yo
ass
keep
scrolling
Through
time
lines
Thinking
I'm
fine
On
the
shitter
Like
man
I′m
such
a
quitter
Whatever
Fuck
literature
I′m
lit
I'm
sure
You
heard
The
way
I
curve
my
words
The
hip
hop
nerd
No
longer
Let
you
work
his
nerves
I
hit
all
curves
and
barriers
At
full
speed
I′ll
come
and
bury
ya
If
you
need
Oh
trust
indeed
I
shutdown
your
whole
league
Who
leads
if
everyone
scores
My
scores
scorch
Every
rhyme
I
torch
Ad-libs
more
important
Then
the
metaphors
A
bunch
of
rats
That's
what′s
the
fucking
cheddars
for
A
bunch
of
straps
Got
them
saying
let's
be
friends
Little
fags
acting
like
lesbians
I
know
that
ain′t
a
satchel
I
see
that
got
to
tax
you
Don't
be
in
Cali
trying
bang
on
wax
who
Do
these
lil
rascals
Think
they
juicing
Big
ol'
ears
boy
Looking
real
fucken
goofy
Young
Lou
Still
out
here
just
hooping
Post
up
Run
Blocks
Nigga
keep
shooting
The
steel
so
ruthless
Like
my
aunt
Ruth′s
Oldest
son
We
the
chosen
ones
I′ll
put
a
hole
in
something
Let
me
just
hold
the
gun
I'm
aiming
for
the
lungs
When
I
smoke
my
blunts
They
super
stuffed
Like
the
crust
on
my
pizzas
Won′t
do
no
features
I
do
it
myself
Follow
procedures
Securing
the
belt
The
champ
is
home
She's
damp
I′m
stoned
While
I'm
rolling
Driving
like
I
stole
it
No
one
can
control
me
Although
at
times
I′m
lonely
I
can
always
blow
tree
Fuck
chicken
heads
like
poultry
Poe
up
while
I
write
poetry
Until
they
notice
me
I'm
globally
a
fucking
problem
I
dare
a
fuck
nigga,
try
to
fucking
rob
me
Brains
get
blown
back
like
zombies
It's
M.O.B
young
Gotti
You
slobs
so
sloppy
Wonder
why
they
jocking
Taking
hoes
from
bros
Homes
I
suppose
I′m
flocking
1 As I Rise
2 Upside Ya Dome
3 Dope Pipe Da The Left
4 Fill Up
5 Lungs to Tongue
6 Rise Up
7 Fuck Shit Up
8 Bad Dream
9 Hella Street
10 Ride Or Die
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