Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Living N' Tha Streetz , by - MC Eiht. Song from the album Section 8, in the genre ПопRelease date: 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 |