Ft. Twezzy & Twigg Martin
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Streets still calling
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Ride ride, ride ride,
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ride ride, ride ride,
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Put your windows down
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turn out the heat
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come on
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Ride ride, ride ride,
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ride ride, ride ride
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I¡¯m screaming money and nothing from the top of my loss
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riding with police behind me in the cuff of the trucks
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I got one foot on the gas, one foot in front of the judge
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my baby mama still tripping won¡¯t every answer my blood
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he say just hope that I not die, my niggas hoping I blow
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my homies die and shell, I said them letter and so
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I¡¯m on the step in my world, my life is reading it yours
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I watch bullets explode that man springs on the wall
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but this streets be calling, try to beg me to listen
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lost faith in the game and so I change my religion
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tryin to stack me a million and stay to fuck out of prison
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on the day that I¡¯m buried, I hope my sense is forgiven
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I know I need me a woman, I¡¯m addicted to hoes,
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got the mind of a soldier ready to ride for the course,
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ready to lie on the stand, ready to die for my six
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rather dies and man, and ever live on my knee
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hOOK:
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Screaming fucking all the faded, mother fuck all this bitches
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got no time for these hoes, I got my model my riches
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tryin to stack me a million, and stay to fuck out the prison
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But this streets still calling, gotta beg me to listen
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Screaming fuck all these hater, mother fuck all this bitches
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got no time for these hoes, I got my model my riches
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tryin to stack me a million, and stay to fuck out the prison
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But this streets still calling, gotta beg me to listen
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I¡¯m screaming fuck all these haters, mother fuck all this bitches
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and may just coming around and I bet freezy fuck all their bitches
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got some crack in the dishes I got some coke in the pot
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a couple fins in the kitchen they¡¯re doing dope in this pot
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a nigga know that I¡¯m hot, bitch no control in my fate
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that¡¯s why I say a..fuck, I put that work on my plate
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And I pray, can you hear me I¡¯m just hoping that you listen
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adn I sold me a couple bricks guess it granny my wishes
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out of shower precision none of the..them prison
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I¡¯m tryin to run the game, it¡¯s all the doing and sitting
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now I¡¯m calling some shots affiliate with the mob
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now nobody hard to reach all the tapes for call
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no kush for guard of the lord, these little niggas we¡¯re felling
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eleven with the burn of like what the fuck should I tell em
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I told em go back to school, shawty pick up this weapon
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then it picked up a pet dub life with this rapping
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[Hook:]
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Okay, now we¡¯re running time, niggas spark before they see, slim
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still they focused on the palms while I¡¯m trying be a king
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mafioso, young nigga but I¡¯ve been alive
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yeah, five six but bangin like you nigga six five that¡¯s right
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tryin to see a hundred milli, but you see this crips to hate the
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see you do what daters wanna see you meet Jamaica
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how will follow for I pray for the above
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for I¡¯m facing you in person I¡¯ll be facing that to judge
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send these slugs for the niggas, no love for these niggas
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got no time for these hoes, only fucking this bitches yet
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money on my mind, minds on another state
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God us hold me grind on the time,
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never hesitate the stack keep this niggas fat,
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fuck us Muck..all this nigga tag
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we just getting money fuck what other nigga said
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they set on top view, hustle hard fuck the fast till I¡¯m dead
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[Hook:]
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Streets Still Calling
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