(feat. Bun B)
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[Verse 1: 8 Ball]
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Off brand niggaz we ain't fuckin with y'all
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Catch up with ya kind cuz you ain't touchin a dog
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Imitation fake like Gucci suits niggaz be wearin
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Nigga like me hit the room and all the bitches be starin'
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I'm not fine I'm not cute, they just know I got some loot
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Grippin wood, lookin good '24s make them choose
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Nine times out of ten the bitches bad news
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Hit the dick and start actin like a motherfuckin' fool
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Clothes brand new from my T-shirt to my shoes
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Pop a tag every day, that's what ghetto niggaz do
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Hustle hard, spread all the bread with my crew
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When we in the club they be poppin bottles too
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We crunk and keep it hype and everybody know it's on
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When my work hits the street watch how quick that shit be gone
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I rap like I'm quick enough but catch 'em full of zones
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When my work hits the street watch how quick that shit be gone, nigga
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[Chorus: 8 Ball & MJG]
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Street niggaz (keep your guns hit the traps
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spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches like)
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Street niggaz (push it all hard or ball
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sticky weed, whatever ya need, man we got it all)
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Street niggaz (keep your guns hit the traps
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spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches like)
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Street niggaz (push it all hard or ball
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sticky weed, whatever ya need, man we got it all)
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[Verse 2: MJG]
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I'm just a street nigga I keep my heat under the seat
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If a... bum run up hope he got his gun up
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From sundown to sunup I keep it with me
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And I end up be unloadin on y'all when y'all hit me
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It's a grand shame that you niggaz come from it but can't walk through it
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What is it? I thought you knew it
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It was the streets nigga, my seat used to hit it when I didn't have no wheels to go get it
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M J fuckin' G droppin these bars with no regards for snitches and fake broads
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You ain't hard from steroids, nigga you big fraud
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I remember when them bullets was takin your lunch card
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I'm a real ghetto politician
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and what I gotta give in to motherfuckers who willin to try to vision
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When a nigga spittin', Quit all the whinin' and bitchin'
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Baby sharp, look and listen, pay attention to what you been missin'
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It's the --
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge: 8 Ball]
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Yea come on..
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Street niggaz, street niggaz
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We sittin' on leathers and we grippin' on wood (Streets is watchin')
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We makin plenty bread and reppin' our hood (Streets is watchin')
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Money over bitches, man it still all good (Streets is watchin')
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We makin plenty bread and we reppin' our hood (Streets is watchin')
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[Verse 3: Bun B]
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What can I say about these streets that I be walkin'?
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Not too much cuz where I from niggaz ain't motherfuckin talkin
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We'd rather listen and watch
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Tryin to flex and gaurd their clothes and Baume and Mercier ? watches
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Tryin' to get my gloss on
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I paid the cos' to be the boss on these corners where ballin niggaz floss on
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Haters get tossed on, 5-0 get ?? and out of towners get robbed
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and drop that, can't nobody gonna stop that
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See it was like this before me
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So if you think it's time to change, nigga show me
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Obviously you don't know me It's time that you learned
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Niggaz that try to hold me on my grind, they get burned
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I'm down from P.A., Man - West side to the east, fool
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(Aw come on Bun B, dude what about peace?)
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Fuck peace, fool
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You want some love, ask your momma or the lord
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Bitch I'm down with pimps see, UGK be goin harder
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[Chorus]
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Streets
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8Ball & MJG |