DJ Muggs, Freddie Gibbs, Scarface - Street Made lyrics
Freddie Gibbs [Fredrick Jamel Tipton] Gary, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[DJ Muggs, Freddie Gibbs, Scarface - Street Made lyrics]
Yeah jheeze
Yeah yeah
I'm what the streets made, street raised
Representing for the homies on lock
Six feet grave
And these days it's a must you stay solid
The rules you should follow is
Eat or you get swallowed, homie
Now stand up, put your motherfucking hands up
This ain't no jack move, nigga
Pull your pants up and man up
You out here looking like a dancer
Jo Jo, shooting at children
And that's a no no you up the 4-4
You better be ready for what's behind it
These niggas ain't playing
They come to find him
Now let the streetlights blind him
Staring at his eyes widе shut
The way they did it was fucked up
But that's how it goеs, one minute
You ten toes and the next
You hear a pop and you bleeding and out cold
These youngsters amongst us thinking they
'bout to punk us
And don't realize that we the ones
That got shit crunk up
If you a father then you raise your son
If you a momma, pray those days don't come
Death is permanent
Ain't no coming back from that
You ain't the only one
Walking 'round strapped, in fact
They got guns everywhere you look
A potential killer lurks in
Every hand you shook
Yo, we did it for dope and the dollar signs
You did it for likes all on your lies
Surprise (Uh, yeah)
I'm what the streets made, street raised
Mobbing through LA
Fucking with Bs and them Cs
Stuck in the D game
I got different flavors of dope
Like niggas got weed strains
Wait 'til the rigor mortis set in
That nigga freeze frame
My blow came on a tugboat
Fentanyl got 'em comatose
Gotta watch it these days
They can trace it back when a nigga overdose
Took his ass on a tour, when it came to rap
He was just a local ho
Space rappin', nigga worldwide
Shows sold out on both coasts
Nigga cold as shit
We jack these rappers while they out shoppin'
"Nigga, let me hold that shit"
Maybe if your jewelry wasn't so blurry
Nigga coulda sold that shit
Nigga came eight deep and they
Still couldn't kill me
That was some ho ass shit
They done forced my hand, I
Done made my plan, nigga
Ready for the blowback, bitch
Gremlin like Kodak, bitch
Had to bust that pipe then I swipe that
Barrel out then I sold that shit
I dick her down, she got potential then I
Might mold that bitch
And I better not ever get prosecuted
For nothing I told that bitch, nigga
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Jheeze, shit
Yeah yeah
I'm what the streets made, street raised
Representing for the homies on lock
Six feet grave
And these days it's a must you stay solid
The rules you should follow is
Eat or you get swallowed, homie
Now stand up, put your motherfucking hands up
This ain't no jack move, nigga
Pull your pants up and man up
You out here looking like a dancer
Jo Jo, shooting at children
And that's a no no you up the 4-4
You better be ready for what's behind it
These niggas ain't playing
They come to find him
Now let the streetlights blind him
Staring at his eyes widе shut
The way they did it was fucked up
But that's how it goеs, one minute
You ten toes and the next
You hear a pop and you bleeding and out cold
These youngsters amongst us thinking they
'bout to punk us
And don't realize that we the ones
That got shit crunk up
If you a father then you raise your son
If you a momma, pray those days don't come
Death is permanent
Ain't no coming back from that
You ain't the only one
Walking 'round strapped, in fact
They got guns everywhere you look
A potential killer lurks in
Every hand you shook
Yo, we did it for dope and the dollar signs
You did it for likes all on your lies
Surprise (Uh, yeah)
I'm what the streets made, street raised
Mobbing through LA
Fucking with Bs and them Cs
Stuck in the D game
I got different flavors of dope
Like niggas got weed strains
Wait 'til the rigor mortis set in
That nigga freeze frame
My blow came on a tugboat
Fentanyl got 'em comatose
Gotta watch it these days
They can trace it back when a nigga overdose
Took his ass on a tour, when it came to rap
He was just a local ho
Space rappin', nigga worldwide
Shows sold out on both coasts
Nigga cold as shit
We jack these rappers while they out shoppin'
"Nigga, let me hold that shit"
Maybe if your jewelry wasn't so blurry
Nigga coulda sold that shit
Nigga came eight deep and they
Still couldn't kill me
That was some ho ass shit
They done forced my hand, I
Done made my plan, nigga
Ready for the blowback, bitch
Gremlin like Kodak, bitch
Had to bust that pipe then I swipe that
Barrel out then I sold that shit
I dick her down, she got potential then I
Might mold that bitch
And I better not ever get prosecuted
For nothing I told that bitch, nigga
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Jheeze, shit