Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Living N' Tha Streetz, artist - MC Eiht. Album song Section 8, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Living N' Tha Streetz |
Gyeah Gyeah Gyeah |
Its goin out to all them G’s |
To all them thug niggas still in the pen |
All my homiez in YA and shit |
Still in the struggle |
For all them thug niggas out there representin hoo bangin to the fullest |
What all you motherfuckers gon do |
Check me out |
What you motherfuckers gon throw up |
What you motherfuckers gon do |
Get your ass sow up |
When I blast the 22 |
Player times is ill |
Half of you niggas be wishin rhymes can kill |
Hoo bangin who claimin the same hood as me |
I guarantee them motherfucker ain’t as good as me |
I’m takin chances when givin circumstancers the deal with |
Got a brand new Gat from my homiez so I can kill with |
17 shots makin 17 niggas drop |
Now its 13 ammalances headin to the circle spot |
To some of them niggas sleepin like toxic ways |
It will be a closed casket cause I blast to the face |
They got a taste of my heater |
Hoppin cisalin like cup of heater |
The only way that a nigga coulde be tha |
Its the be fastest a fuckin sheeter |
I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up |
Gyeah |
I said bangin in the CPT |
I sit back and reminisce about the days of old |
As I crack the OGO watchin my platinum vote |
First rule I always had to roll with heat |
Cause its a cold cruel world with some stonecold streets |
Which block you set trippin happy |
Wrong shit out of their teeth catch the reef |
No sorrow cause it might be me dead tomorrow |
So ya’ll see the hollow its the cold I follow |
I really miss my G that got shot last year |
So I shead a tear and pour out a little beer |
Now look at how the enemies made me I’m crazy |
Disguise is hazy from your shoulders you can’t face me |
I blaze up the blunt start to talk up Gyeah |
All the points for the hood I don’t chalked a Gyeah |
Cause I ain’t got nothin to loose |
I’m yellin WEST you bitch as I serve you fools |
Come on |
I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up |
Uhh |
I said bangin in the CPT |
Gyeah |
Uhh |
I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up |
Uhh |
I said bangin in the CPT |
Come on check me out |
I said life ain’t nuttin but bitches and money |
Blast get the cash live my life like yummy |
Time to flies when I ride it seems funny |
Make shure I spit the shells deep up in your tummy |
Who got shot on your block the spots hot |
Caps get peeled on your block like tic tac |
No happy days just criminal ways |
And the criminal mind make shure the crime pays |
Who lays deep in the cut I’m givin a fuck |
Cause sometimes I just feel like a nut |
Drove off in the alley so I can hit they gates |
And release the wooden handle 38 with dub take |
They cock the half of my nigga L from Gray |
Chronic got me beepin my chest like them AGE |
Brave ain’t the case they gave me was 187 |
For sendin niggas to hell and heaven |
I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up |
I said bangin in the CPT |
Gyeah |
Come on |
I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up |
Bangin in the I-N-G |
Gyeah |
Come on |
I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up |
Bangin in the S. C |
Gyeah |
I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up |
Bangin in the LBC |
Gyeah |
Come on |
Ohhh |
Hoo bangin in the house |
Come on Gyeah |
Hoo bangin in the house |
Come on Gyeah |
Its goin out to all my G’s |
Its goin out to all my G’s locked down in the pen |
Still on the struggle |
Now the fuck we do it |
Gyeah |
WESTSIDE fo life |
CPT till I die |
Hoo bangin to the fullest |
Gyeah |