Mr. Criminal - Streets Dried Up lyrics

Dedicated to the silent not many left
What happened to the streets
What happened to the real

Streets Dried up use to think it would last
But being a real G
That's a thing of the past
Trucha when you bang might lay in some chalk
And keep your lips sealed
Cause gangsters don't talk
Streets Dried up use to think it would last
But being a real G
That's a thing of the past
Either Homies turn into Enemies
Shakier than frost
Keep trucha who you keep close
Cause gangsters don't talk

Let me tell a little story about a
Little homie from my old street
This little loc would do


Anything for the homies
Used to daydream of one day being an OG and
Would do anything to finally
Have his own heat
He used to have to call to borrow one
Committing crimes, this little foo was
Always on the run
Kicked out of class really no
One else to blame
Got jumped in now he got himself a nickname
Committed in the street gang
Blasting enemies on sight
Anything to get his street fame
Little hyenas knew him on the block
He sold his
Nickel sacks foos his age would no trip
Cause OGs had his back
He robbed a house and finally got
A strap, enemies slashed his neck
Now there's no looking back
Sad to say just like a rat
He got caught in a trap
Rat-a tat tat you know he had a blast

Streets Dried up use to think it would last
But being a real G
That's a thing of the past
Trucha when you bang might lay in some chalk
And keep your lips sealed
Cause gangsters don't talk
Streets Dried up use to think it would last
But being a real G
That's a thing of the past
Either Homies turn into Enemies
Shakier than frost
Keep trucha who you keep close
Cause gangsters don't talk

Streets Dried up use to think it would last
But being a real G
That's a thing of the past vatos these days
Bitches turning into snitches
Vatos get the business
Getting caught up with the sickness
And these lames are falling sideways
Was going on I feel you Marvin shit
But now in my days haters talking mad
But still they smile in my face
No matter what I'm number 1 in my race
Repping stuff for my race and my brown skin
In the end who went enemies
Who changed from friends
Ever since a kid I had
These visions that came true
Robberies and gunshots
Street life was all I knew
But still a Criminal reps that color Blue
Streets Dried up now I'm looking
Like what's up with you
Vatos straight hit the switch like
A lowride used to
Be on G shit now lets go by

Streets Dried up use to think it would last
But being a real G
That's a thing of the past
Trucha when you bang might lay in some chalk
And keep your lips sealed
Cause gangsters don't talk
Streets Dried up use to think it would last
But being a real G
That's a thing of the past
Either Homies turn into Enemies
Shakier than frost
Keep trucha who you keep close
Cause gangsters don't talk

Even got a homie I grew up with
Matter fact a couple of them
Never say they names
No fame I ain't fucking with em
Straight turn to tweakers
But at a point in their life they
Were like fans on the bleachers
Used to have my back only
If the situation benefit's
Nowadays I shine them off
These haters ain't shit
Even if they're from my own side
Fuck them on the real
A Criminal has to much pride
"Why you talking foul ese
Why you talking loud"
Ese what the fuck you talking about
You sounding like a motherfucking
Bitch right now get your face crossed out
Fucking with my lifestyle
On the real I swear to God
Make this promise right now
Run up on me put a
Shot right between your eyebrows
Straight from the Westside till my death
Streets dried up but the Criminal represents

Streets Dried up use to think it would last
But being a real G
That's a thing of the past
Trucha when you bang might lay in some chalk
And keep your lips sealed
Cause gangsters don't talk
Streets Dried up use to think it would last
But being a real G
That's a thing of the past
Either Homies turn into Enemies
Shakier than frost
Keep trucha who you keep close
Cause gangsters don't talk