In Da Streets Lyrics by Lil' Wyte

In Da Streets Lyrics

    (chorus) In the street about my business how I bea bea.

    If ya want some work from me you pay a fea fea.
    When i check my crack house im gonna ree-up ree-up.
    For you robbas in da hood i throw my heat up heat up.
    (repeat)

    They always be askin, what is crack cocain, crack cocain
    fries ya brain. Crack cocain keep me pocket change when
    I be on my slang. Keep them thangs, single, solid or a brick
    up off da house. Try to snatch my shit without payin im
    blowin off ya mouth. Thats da way it is up in tha dope game,
    have no respect. Yo heads wit no brains in this thang, blow
    some big ass checks. Drank to tha liquor store, thats where
    we rollin ta get my 7-5. Damn, they close at 11. Yes im
    ballin doin 99. Work da whole week ta get dat cheese and
    get dat shit ta me. Bet you feelin shitty, fall asleep on
    da side of da street. Tell me how it feels, walkin round,
    I know whats goin on. Only thang you know is im the one
    supplyin all tha stones. Keep my pockets swole and ill
    be ballin on yo fuckin slabs. Think you droppin decisions
    in my buisness, take yo bigga stab. Yes, i roll wit
    dealers and these scrillas my priority. Bitch, I roll wit
    killaz and these killaz have authority.

    (chorus)

    Well, I aint wastin mine. Gotta get dem nickles and dimes all
    da time cause Benjamin Franklin da only motha fucka
    on my mind. Im ridin two door cutlass, twanky threes, grippin
    pine. And I know tha junkies see me, colors changin all
    da time. When ya spot me betta stop me cause i am
    not stayin long. Tha pigs would love comin up on this
    white boy ridin on all this fuckin chrome. Got ya stones, bitch
    im gone. Destination, where i stay. Frasier boy up on da
    side and bitch we headed to da bay. Whatcha talkin bout?
    Whatcha askin bout? Whatcha need from me? Check it
    out, I serve some big bags, some crack and some
    ecstacy. Anythang else I dont fuck wid it, or I just dont
    fuckin know where ta find it, where ta get it, and how far
    tha shit would flow. Theres smokas and sellas, these
    drugs be so plentiful, but junkies will do anythang
    fo they crack man, its pitiful. They lose they life, critical.
    They body shut down, physical. But rock it up, you
    get yo grip and all that there is beautiful.

    (chorus)

    It aint no use stoppin here, I could keep boomin slangin
    this dope. Or I could, take a chance on da track, flippin
    this bird to a gross. But see, its just my luck folks will
    problly kick in my do. So I gotta keep lookin ova my
    shoulder watchin out for dem hos. And I gotta go
    find another location, puff it up waitin on temptation.
    Theres so many faces and customers in this
    occupation. I have got no patience and people wanna
    fuck wit my time. Thats why you be comin up short
    purchasin nickles and dimes. I'm even with mine.
    You get it how I get it and thats all da time. I never
    decline, yo money unless you smell outta line. And
    im feelin fine. They'll find you all tied up in some twine.
    My money's important. A little more important than
    how bright I shine. Dont play wit that 9, you pull it,
    use it, abuse it wit mind. Its eager ta blind and
    copyright yo mouth wit yo mind. Im puttin it out and
    given it to you just how i get it. This evil is wit it, with
    no discussion. This how i spit it.

    (chorus)




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