Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In The Streets, artist - Lil Wyte. Album song Doubt Me Now Dragged and Chopped, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.03.2004
Record label: Hypnotize Minds
Song language: English
In The Streets |
In the street I’m bout my buisness how I be a be a if you want some work from me you pay a fee a fee a when I check my crackhouse I’m gonna reup reup |
for you robbers in the hood I throw my heat up heat up They always be askin what is crack cocaine |
Crack cocaine fries your brain |
Crack cocaine keep me pocket change when I be on my slang |
Keep them thangs single solid on a brick up off the house |
Try to snatch my shit wit out payin I’m blowin off ya mouth |
That’s the way it is in up in the dope game have no respect |
Don’t pass wit no brains if no thangs blow some big ass checks |
Straight to the liquor store thats were we roll to get my 75 |
Damn they close at 11 yes I’m ballin doin 99 |
Worked that whole week to get that cheese and give that shit to me Bet you feelin shitty fall to sleep on the side of the street |
Tell me how it feels walkin round I no whats goin on Only thing you no is I’m the 1 supplyin all the stone |
Keep my pockets swoll and I be ballin on the fuckin slab |
Think you droppin sissions in my buisness take yo buisness back |
Yes I roll wit dealers and my skrillas are my priority |
Bitch I ride wit killas and these killas have authority |
in the street I’m bout my buisness how I be a be a if you want some work from me you pay a fee a fee a when I check my crackhouse I’m gonna reup reup |
for you robbers in the hood I throw my heat up heat up well I ain’t waistin mine, gotta get them nickels and dimes all the time |
cuz Benjimin Franklin the only mother fucker on my mind |
I’m ridin to a cutless twanky threes grippin pine |
And I know the junkies see me colors changin all the time |
when you spot me better stop me cuz I’m not slayin long |
the pigs love comin up to this white boy ridin on all this fuckin chrome |
got yo stone bitch I’m gone destination where I stay |
fraiser boy up on the side and bitch were ridin to the bay |
what you talkin bout? |
what you askin bout? |
what you need from me check it I serve some big bags, some crack, and some ecstasy |
anything else I don’t fuck wit it, or I just fuckin know |
were to find it where to get it and how far the shit will flow |
Where smokers and sellers these drugs be so plentiful |
but junkies will do anything for that crack mane and its pitiful |
they loose there life Critical they loose there bodies shut down physical |
But rock it up you get yo grip and all that there is beuitifull |
in the street I’m bout my buisness how I be a be a if you want some work from me you pay a fee a fee a when I check my crackhouse I’m gonna reup reup |
for you robbers in the hood I throw my heat up heat up It ain’t no stoppin here I could keep boomin slangin dis dope |
or I could take a chance flippin this bird to a bro |
but see its jus my luck po’s will prolly kick in my doe |
so I gotta keep lookin over my should lookin out for dem hoes |
And I gotta find another location plus anohter temptation there so many faces and customers in this occupatin and I have no patience |
And people wanna fuck wit my time thas why you be comin up short wit these |
nickles and dimes, I’m even wit mine |
You get it when I get it and thas all the time |
I never decline your money unless you smell outta line |
And I’m feelin fine, they’ll find you all tied up in some twine |
my moneys importent a lil more then important then how I shine |
dont play wit that 9, you pull it use it you should abuse it mine |
but see ya blind, then copyrite yo mouf wit yo mind |
I'm puttin it out and givin it to ya jus how I get it this evil is wit it wit no discussin this is how I spit it in the street I'm bout my buisness how I be a be a if you want some work |
from me you pay a fee a fee a when I check my crackhouse I'm gonna reup reup |
for you robbers in the hood I throw my heat up heat up |