| Daz and kurupt, kurupt and daz
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| Nickels and pennies, and pounds of hash
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| Double up the dough, double my money
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| They can boil and bubble, get a grip ain’t nothin funny
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| You can’t survive, off no conversation wit words
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| Betta get up off yo ass nigga, go flip some birds
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| Hand me my cash, nobody moves and nobody get blast
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| My first words are my last
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| I got a platoon, mask, and armor suits
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| First enfulltry of riders on a global pursuit
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| Parachute and jump, held high on a stump
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| Wit a pump, bout to dump, put a end to the hunt
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| The streets is a muthafucka
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| Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, pick a row
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| Riding vogues, switches up as high as they go
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| Gotta let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho
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| In and out do’s, chrome, rollin in sixty-fo's
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| I ain’t got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off hoe
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| Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us
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| Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers
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| Automatics rang out, you left dead nigga wit yo brains out
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| Walk back to the porch, wit some salt to wash the stains out
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| Murders my hobby, kidnapping, jacking, and robbery
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| Wow daz a safari, in a p?
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| Pay the cops off as i peel out and jet
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| It ain’t no thing when we connect, we posted up with tecks
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| Nigga we bury you alive in cement, that’s what we meant
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| Now when the nine goes click, yo ass wasn’t shit
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| Get out your war tactics, get at you get the job done
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| One gun you hung, seven bullets in your lungs
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| Struggle with heron and i’ll tell you apart
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| Through my veins and through my heart
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| That’s when the drama will start
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| Nigga gimme what you got, let off some more shots
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| Run through what you got, destroy yo block
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| Got a dealings ever ever was your spot
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| When the nine goes pop, that’s when yo homeboys drop
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| I seen it befo' 44's explode
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| Nigga’s fall on the flo', the hardest nigga on the flo'
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| The hoes like, do what the fuck ever a nigga say
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| It’s like this everyday on the streets of l. |
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| Gotta a lumberjack the size of a tank
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| I’m a hammerhead with a hammer the size of a tank
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| Every heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us
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| The gangsta gang muthafucka, its on dawn to dust
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| Well nigga wonder what we doing, it ain’t really nothing to us
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| Plus you ain’t nothin' to us, you can’t do nothing to us (noooo)
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| I represented and presented the bloodbath
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| Feel the wrath, we get what you had you get stabbed
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| We grab for the oppurtunities that’ll soon to be a chance
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| At the eulogy, i knew you be dead, while in prison
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| Making critical decisions, to the brain to his neck
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| Goes 27 inches for tellin' the snitches
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| Shut the fuck up, nigga (nigga) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha, artist - Kurupt. Album song Who Ride Wit Us: Kurupt's Greatest Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп