In the Streets Lyrics
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Get up (repeated)
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in the street im bout my buisness how i be a be a
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if u want some work from me u pay a fee a fee a
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when i check my crackhouse im gonna reup reup
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for u robbers in the hood i throw my heat up heat up
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X2
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They always be askin what is crack cocaine
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crack cocaine frys ur brain
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crack cocaine keep me pocket change when i be on my slang
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keep them thangs single solid or a brick up off the house
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try to snatch my shit with out payin im blowin off ya mouth
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thas the way it is in up in the dope game have no respect
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dope heads wit no brains and no thangs blow some big ass checks
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straight to the liquor store thats were we rolln get my 75
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dam they close at 11 yes im ballin doin 99
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worked the whole week to get that cheese n give that shit to me
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bet u feelin shitty fallin sleep on the side of the street
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tell me how it feels walkin round not knowin whats goin on
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only thing u no is im the one supplyin all the stones
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keep my pockets swolle and i be ballin on the fuckin slab
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think u droppin sissions in my buisness take yo biggest stab
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yes i roll wit dealers and my scrill is my priority
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bitch i roll wit killas and these killas have authority
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in the street im bout my buisness how i be a be a
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if u want some work from me u pay a fee a fee a
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when i check my crackhouse im gonna reup reup
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for u robbers in the hood i throw my heat up heat up
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X2
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well i aint waistin mine , gotta get them nickels and dimes all the time
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cuz benjamin franklin the only mother fucker on my mind
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im ridin 2-door cutless twenty threes grippin pine
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and i know the junkies see me colors changin all the time
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when u spot me better stop me cuz i am not slayin long
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the pigs would love comin up on this white boy ridin on all this fuckin chrome
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got yo stones bitch im gone destination where i stay
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fraiser boy up on the side and bitch were headn to the bay
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what u talkin bout, what u askin bout , what u need from me
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check it i serve some big bags, some crack, and some XTC
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and anything else i dont fuck wit it, or i jus dont fuckin no
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were to find it where to get it and how far the shit will flow
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these smokas and sellas these drugs be so plentyfull
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but junkies will do anything for that crack mane and its pitiful
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they loose there life Critical and there bodies shut down Physical
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But rock it up U get yo grip and all that there is beautiful
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in the street im bout my buisness how i be a be a
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if u want some work from me u pay a fee a fee a
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when i check my crackhouse im gonna reup reup
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for u robbers in the hood i throw my heat up heat up
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X2
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It aint no use stoppin here i could keep boomin slangin dis dope
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or i could take a chance on a track flippin this bird to a gross
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but see its jus my luck popes will prolly kick in my door,
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so i gotta keep lookin over my shoulder watchin out for them hoes,
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and i gotta go find another location plus another waitin on temptation
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there so many faces and customers in this occupatin,
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and i have got no patience
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and people wanna fuck wit my time, thats why u be comin up short purchasin
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nickles and dimes, im even wit mine, u get it how i get it and thats all the time
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i never decline ur money unless u smell outta line
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and im feelin fine , theyll find u all tied up in some twine
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my moneys importent a lil more then important then how bright i shine
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dont play wit that 9, u pull it use it abuse it with mine,
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its eager to blind, then copyrite yo mouth with yo mind
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im puttin it out and givin it to ya jus how i get it
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this evil is wit it wit no discussin this is how i spit it
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in the street im bout my buisness how i be a be a
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if u want some work from me u pay a fee a fee a
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when i check my crackhouse im gonna reup reup
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for u robbers in the hood i throw my heat up heat up
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X2
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In the Streets
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| Lil' Wyte |
