Streetlife - F.A.N.Z. lyrics
[Streetlife - F.A.N.Z. lyrics]
Yooooooooooo! The life (you know) low, low
I be Streetlife
Snatch you out the lime light
Niggas get ya rhymes right
Prepare for mic fight (yoooo)
What it look like? See a lot of prototypes
Bumpin' Street hype, without enough
Nigga bite here's a little street advice
Pass me the mic
Hope you got your money right
Better hold your honey tight
Slick game like Dolemite, see me in the hood
Lurking through the woods, like termites
With a hundred wolves up to no good
Stole the mic
Wouldn't change it, if I could
Been this way my whole life
Always in the back of the club
Playing the wall tight rapper's delight
Can't label this with five mics
Not in a heist, so fuck with the source
Right i live the life, I'm cold as ice
Behold the birth of Christ, I be Streetlife
Got no love, for Fake Ass NiggaZ (FANZ)
We don't love y'all Fake Ass NiggaZ (FANZ)
Got no love for Fake Ass NiggaZ
(We can't stand)
We don't love y'all Fake Ass NiggaZ
(fanz, fanz, fanz, fanz)
The Street sensai, new chef for the day
Son, you the entree, like stuffed fish filet
(Come on) , rap all May, fly words to say
New way of thinking for pussy, that never pay
(picture that)
The type of nigga that piss in the ice tray
Ride shotgun with the burner, like OJ
I stay high, sliding by the cops all day
And I never cop a plea, with the DEA
I'm on life parole, for killing the cliche'
And I fucked the black, on tone
Off the bitch Sole'
Check the ill rap display
Half of these rap acts are gay
He, bite my slang, til your tooth decay
Mister deejay, let the record play
I got something to say, and it goes this way
I got no love for a FAN, how can I kill a man
Caught red handed when the gun
Jammed in my hand
If I pop another man, I'm a one man band
Niggas is stupid, I cram to understand
Big wham bitches is bustin' without a man
Check the soundscan
Yeah, yeah, catch me if you can, branded
See the logo? Now you know where I stand
Street for solo, chief-in-command of the Clan
Fully auto, my slug
Through your promotional van
One thing I can't stand
Is one who is most a FAN
You bout to fall short
When I spoil your plans
Jump out the trashcan, two guns in both hand
Call me 'stickman', watch me
Stick it to scram
Throw you off the roof, like Meth in Cop Land
I be Streetlife
Snatch you out the lime light
Niggas get ya rhymes right
Prepare for mic fight (yoooo)
What it look like? See a lot of prototypes
Bumpin' Street hype, without enough
Nigga bite here's a little street advice
Pass me the mic
Hope you got your money right
Better hold your honey tight
Slick game like Dolemite, see me in the hood
Lurking through the woods, like termites
With a hundred wolves up to no good
Stole the mic
Wouldn't change it, if I could
Been this way my whole life
Always in the back of the club
Playing the wall tight rapper's delight
Can't label this with five mics
Not in a heist, so fuck with the source
Right i live the life, I'm cold as ice
Behold the birth of Christ, I be Streetlife
Got no love, for Fake Ass NiggaZ (FANZ)
We don't love y'all Fake Ass NiggaZ (FANZ)
Got no love for Fake Ass NiggaZ
(We can't stand)
We don't love y'all Fake Ass NiggaZ
(fanz, fanz, fanz, fanz)
The Street sensai, new chef for the day
Son, you the entree, like stuffed fish filet
(Come on) , rap all May, fly words to say
New way of thinking for pussy, that never pay
(picture that)
The type of nigga that piss in the ice tray
Ride shotgun with the burner, like OJ
I stay high, sliding by the cops all day
And I never cop a plea, with the DEA
I'm on life parole, for killing the cliche'
And I fucked the black, on tone
Off the bitch Sole'
Check the ill rap display
Half of these rap acts are gay
He, bite my slang, til your tooth decay
Mister deejay, let the record play
I got something to say, and it goes this way
I got no love for a FAN, how can I kill a man
Caught red handed when the gun
Jammed in my hand
If I pop another man, I'm a one man band
Niggas is stupid, I cram to understand
Big wham bitches is bustin' without a man
Check the soundscan
Yeah, yeah, catch me if you can, branded
See the logo? Now you know where I stand
Street for solo, chief-in-command of the Clan
Fully auto, my slug
Through your promotional van
One thing I can't stand
Is one who is most a FAN
You bout to fall short
When I spoil your plans
Jump out the trashcan, two guns in both hand
Call me 'stickman', watch me
Stick it to scram
Throw you off the roof, like Meth in Cop Land