Saigon - NY Streetz lyrics

Na Na Not Not Nah it's Street Life

S to the A, man
Let's get into this shit nigga!

I don't drive a g5 truck but
I'm live as a fuck
Had to go to prison for years
For me to wisen up
Used to run around formaldehyded up
And if we ever bumped heads you pretty
Much knew you was out of luck
Remember I shot crackhead Reg in the leg
For running off with a Pack
Even after he gave it back
Nigga this is deeper than rap
Though a lot of niggas say that
Everything that I speak is a fact
Shit, then I shot crackhead Debbie
Talk about domestic abuse this bitch
Got hit with the desi
Now after Debbie and Reggie I'm ready
For any and everybody that want to test me
Let's see there was the
Kid I shot in the Camelot
Thought shit was sweet
Til his ass got hit with the heat
I ain't just giving you shit to critique
Everything you hear me spit to the beat
Is shit I did in the street
You don't want drama you don't want no beef
You don't want to lose those teeth
(This is street life) sucka you could die
Quicker than you could live
When you fuckin with the NY Streetz
(Real Street Life)

Sugar Pie Hunny Bear we gotta get money here
Whether I got to write these raps
Or stash cracks in my underwear
Whatever yo I don't care
I swear I'll let the lead smoke
Before I'm dead broke i ain't a Crip
Man I'll hit you in your head loc
I ain't a blood dog I'll
Leave your ass red soaked
With life line fluid Then write a rhyme to it
Called how I killed this Nigga, true story
First week it's gonna sell more than you NORE
And more than you too, Nas
Cause, I had a real body in the trunk
Not one but two guys
And I'm gonna get more publicity than 50
And be on UPN more nights a week than Sticky
But, I ain't gonna be on
No show called Platinum
I'ma be on the news niggas
Stuntin I clapped them

You don't want drama you don't want no beef
You don't want to lose those teeth
(It's street life) sucker you could die
Quicker than you could live
When you fuckin with the NY Streetz
(Real Street Life)

I know they love the kid
More than that other kid
Don't try to act like
You ain't discovered it
Don't make a joke alright
You'll be the butt of it i act nice
But, you know I'm on some gutter shit
I'm thuggin it my pops wasn't shit
Little Brian was raised by the government
My God was the judge and shit
Sent me to some juvenile jail with
Some other young thugs in it
To me it was like a covenant
They had animal lessons
It was the shit, I was loving it
I came home with another chip
On my shoulder that was bigger
Than that other shit
I got heavily on the drug tip
Huggin the script
Only time I used bags was to
Put slugs in the clip
If you fuck around with Saigon
I'm bustin your shit
Fuck with Saigon I'm, bustin, your, shit

You don't want drama you don't want no beef
You don't want to lose those teeth
(It's street life) sucker you could die
Quicker than you could live
When you fuckin with the NY Streetz
(Real Street Life)