Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Street Team, artist - CrossDate of issue: 03.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Street Team |
| Listen man |
| This here is some gangsta shit you know? |
| Real thorough see |
| Hood Shit |
| Double R shit nigga |
| The best of the best… street team |
| You know what it is or how it is |
| (Cross) |
| Motherfuckers want to act now |
| Keep toast by the waist now |
| Got a block full of crack now |
| Still got to hold the hood down |
| Little Chickens want to run around dicked down |
| Got a clip for the full pound |
| That will put your ass under the ground |
| With a thunderous sound |
| Send heat through your goose down |
| Then I’m blow cool day |
| All over your body |
| Ride or die with me today |
| And when I cook that shook that |
| Ran a roll back |
| In an all black |
| 360 doing 160 |
| Head like sticking move manually |
| She want to know what my stamina be |
| Told the chick real gangstas hard to please |
| Stash hard in the Honda seats |
| You got to know how to game a freak |
| Especially when you pimp to eat |
| You got to pop that thing |
| Put her ass to sleep |
| Better cock that thing cause the wolves will creep |
| Niggas think they hot ain’t felt the heat |
| Cross spit that shit that will melt the street |
| Cocksucker heres a pack come pump for me |
| Double R in a cell you can’t fuck with me |
| You don’t want to fuck with me |
| Y’all niggas know who I am |
| Catch you in the parking lot |
| Pull out and pop your top |
| Somebodys got to drop |
| So what you want to do? |
| You can not hide from me |
| My niggas is coming for you |
| (Infrared) |
| Three O’clock on the dot when I plan to plot |
| Ran up in the smoke spot wanna buy a lot |
| Hurry Up, Shit is hot |
| Can’t fuck with me |
| Kill drama and three’s company for bumping me |
| All my niggas own real estate |
| My money can’t estimate |
| On the rollie you can’t tell the time or the day, and date |
| Hop your bitch ass back in the Escalade |
| Before you make things escalate |
| Pull out, make his man run on him and he had a gun on him |
| Bust a U then make the right |
| To cut through the gas station and take the light |
| Can’t tell me ruff ryders don’t make it tight |
| Got to wonder what a Harlem niggas life is like |
| And I transport keys if the price is right |
| Then ride back through your hood on a mountain bike |
| Got bullets that will go through your stomach |
| Then come out your head |
| I’m Infrared |
| You ain’t know |
| I’m about this bread |
| And I wonder what your family gonna do when they pronounce you dead |
| Then come through your hood with Gucci timbs on |
| In the six with the rims on |
| Getting head from a bad redbone bitch |
| That don’t mind switching |
| Like to fuck with her timbs on |
| (Drag-On) |
| On my block there won’t be no coping the bank and depositing the shit |
| You get my drift? |
| Anything sold I want to get a bank roll |
| You motherfuckers don’t want to see these things blow |
| Have you like Neptunes oh no |
| When I pull the four-four |
| Look at the hole that you fell in |
| I got to spin around to keep the shells in |
| I ma blast to keep the smell in |
| Bet you know now, when I rap fast |
| I might as well slooooww down |
| I mean I love when I spin Porsche to hold my horse like |
| Whooaaa now |
| How many niggas think they can ruff ryde |
| Because y’all puff lye |
| Thinking y’all a tough guy |
| I’m a slim nigga so I’m a make you duck by |
| Like whoa, listen to a fly bye |
| Like ch-ch-chhh |
| Nigga why cry? |
| Don’t give a fuck where your soul want to go |
| All I care is when I toss this shit, where they gonna go |
| Watch where this bullet go, past niggas |
| I’m sick of y’all warm-floor ass niggas |
| Don’t got to pump no more passing the picture |
| While I’m at your funeral just passing your picture |
| I ain’t bad as me |
| You don’t want to fuck with me 4x |