Streetlife, WHY? - Hung These Streets lyrics
[Streetlife, WHY? - Hung These Streets lyrics]
Yeah, come on, come on, yeah
I'm a natural born hustler, and it's on nigga
I'm a natural born hustler
I was raised in the slums
I was taught by these streets
How to double my ones
I stash crack rocks in my mouth
Til my tongue got numb
And I stood on the ave
Until the package was done
A slim chubby fella, always walked with a gun
I got two bad knees, I don't plan to run
I know you can't stand me
Since I won a Grammy
And I'm still in your hood
Sippin' black berry plenty
I'm an uptown, sneaker rockin'
Shaolin New York Yankee
I'm an OG, I still give haters eye-jammies
All I ever wanted, was an cell five hundred
Be a ghetto celeb, and do my album blunted
We love these streets, hung these streets
Never gonna put nothing, above these streets
Reach out and touch something
When the slugs meet preach to the streets
(Teach the youth how to eat)
I'm a natural born gangsta
I keep my hat on the lean
I keep the gun tucked
Even when the cops on the scene
These mean streets become
Graveyards for frauds
A big boy status, triple extra large
Certified Street, check my identification
Frontin' at my Clan at the
Door? That's a major violation
You can find me in
Your grimiest ghetto location
Caught up, brought up
In all sorts of street situations
Listen and learn, maggot
Or sleep with the worms
I'm a bad sperm, every time I cum, it burn
We hold trials on these streets
Court's adjurned
I send heatwaves, that blow out your perm
We love these streets, hung these streets
Never gonna put nothing, above these streets
Reach out and touch something
When the slugs meet preach to the streets
(Teach the youth how to eat)
Yeah, hah, with the Why, nigga
Know it's fly, nigga
My verbal twin, and it's yours
Streetlife, SI 7 we in here, nigga, Tical
Yeah, it's on, Loose Linx
To the death, goin' out that way
I'm a natural born hustler, and it's on nigga
I'm a natural born hustler
I was raised in the slums
I was taught by these streets
How to double my ones
I stash crack rocks in my mouth
Til my tongue got numb
And I stood on the ave
Until the package was done
A slim chubby fella, always walked with a gun
I got two bad knees, I don't plan to run
I know you can't stand me
Since I won a Grammy
And I'm still in your hood
Sippin' black berry plenty
I'm an uptown, sneaker rockin'
Shaolin New York Yankee
I'm an OG, I still give haters eye-jammies
All I ever wanted, was an cell five hundred
Be a ghetto celeb, and do my album blunted
We love these streets, hung these streets
Never gonna put nothing, above these streets
Reach out and touch something
When the slugs meet preach to the streets
(Teach the youth how to eat)
I'm a natural born gangsta
I keep my hat on the lean
I keep the gun tucked
Even when the cops on the scene
These mean streets become
Graveyards for frauds
A big boy status, triple extra large
Certified Street, check my identification
Frontin' at my Clan at the
Door? That's a major violation
You can find me in
Your grimiest ghetto location
Caught up, brought up
In all sorts of street situations
Listen and learn, maggot
Or sleep with the worms
I'm a bad sperm, every time I cum, it burn
We hold trials on these streets
Court's adjurned
I send heatwaves, that blow out your perm
We love these streets, hung these streets
Never gonna put nothing, above these streets
Reach out and touch something
When the slugs meet preach to the streets
(Teach the youth how to eat)
Yeah, hah, with the Why, nigga
Know it's fly, nigga
My verbal twin, and it's yours
Streetlife, SI 7 we in here, nigga, Tical
Yeah, it's on, Loose Linx
To the death, goin' out that way