Lyrics In These Streets - Z-Ro, Nino Brown

In These Streets

In these streets
My niggas up to no good
All we do is fuck shit up in the hood
In these streets
I would fix this shit if I could
Since I can’t, I’m on that wish a nigga would
In these streets
I keep smoking until my mind gone (Ayy)
Mindin' my fuckin' business, that’s what my mind’s on (Ayy)
Building something from nothing, type of shit I’m on (Ayy)
Ain’t got shit positive to say, stay off of my phone
I done been broke before, sold dope before, went door-to-door bricks (Bricks)
Saw a fiend overdose, puttin' dope in nose, shit got under my skin (Skin)
Big plate, cuttin' crack with a big blade
Sold dope since sixth grade, half ounce to a twenty-eight
At twenty-eight, I was gettin' money, want a big house, want a couple hundred
Turned thirty, I was facin' thirty, but I beat the case 'cause they paid the
jury
Big jewelry, big Rolex, still’ll get the dope to your doorstep
Pull up with the top back, see through the roof, that’s no cap
I don’t rap, I talk shit, blue rag, that’s on Crip
Big fire, it’s on hip, miss Pop, Pimp, Neighborhood Nip
Real nigga three sixty-five and I’m still real at a leap year
Big gun, Yosemite Sam, nigga better run like Heathcliff
In these streets
My niggas up to no good
All we do is fuck shit up in the hood (In the hood)
In these streets
I would fix this shit if I could
Since I can’t, I’m on that wish a nigga would (Wish a nigga would)
In these streets
I keep smoking until my mind gone (Ayy)
Mindin' my fuckin' business, that’s what my mind’s on (Ayy)
Building something from nothing, type of shit I’m on (Ayy)
Ain’t got shit positive to say, stay off of my phone
Uh, same shit in 713, same shit in the 305
Forget to watch your back while you pumpin' gas, it’ll be your life (It'll be
your life)
I don’t fuck with none of that feelin' shit, I’ma have to see your vibe
'Cause I go walk, next thing I know, I’m in the dayroom eatin' Frito pies
Jackers see a Batman symbol in the sky any time they see your shine
They might be late to work, but to take your shit from you, they’ll be on time
(Time)
I don’t post a lot 'cause I be on the block, I really don’t be online
And I don’t be set trippin', but y’all already know C-R-I-P on mine
Niggas be givin' these bitches anything they want, but it’ll never be enough
'Cause they ain’t never where they supposed to be, they always be with us
My niggas is hungry, if I don’t feed 'em today, they might eat even us
Yeah, I believe in God, but sometimes I’m like do he believe in us?
In these streets
My niggas up to no good
All we do is fuck shit up in the hood (In the hood)
In these streets
I would fix this shit if I could
Since I can’t, I’m on that wish a nigga would (Wish a nigga would)
In these streets
I keep smoking until my mind gone (Ayy)
Mindin' my fuckin' business, that’s what my mind’s on (Ayy)
Building something from nothing, type of shit I’m on (Ayy)
Ain’t got shit positive to say, stay off of my phone
Nigga, every hood doin' the same motherfuckin' thing, nigga
She sellin' pussy, he sellin' dope
Ain’t nothin' different but the weather change, nigga
See, you got them pearly gates and you got them hard steel bars, nigga
We used to sell dope, rob, and steal cars, nigga
That’s all we know
And see, a prophet ain’t welcome in his own home
You walk up in the house, this the house of pain where they throw dirt on your
name, nigga
But they forgot you a seed
They can throw dirt
They can throw dirt, but you gotta use that as water, nigga
All you gon' do is grow
All you gon' do is grow, nigga
When you been through it, you gon' get to it, nigga
God gon' catch you before he bless you, nigga
These streets rough and rugged
Everybody livin' like fuck it 'cause all us thuggin', nigga
How you gon' tell us what you have when we the have-nots?
All us got gold teeth and dreadlocks
They throw dirt on your name, nigga
But they forgot you a seed, all you gon' do is grow
All you gon' do is grow, nigga
You gotta stay down 'til you come up, though
Trust me
This shit disgust me, nigga