Streetlife, WHY? - The O.G. & Young Hustler lyrics

Young Hustler, OG, show me nigga

Y'all can suffer loses, tryna double cross us
(Wanna be God
You get your portrait on crosses)
Still tryna figure out who the underboss is
(Impregnate the brain) With
Verbal Intercourses
Gave birth to a army of crime bosses
(Move through your town
Like a herd of Trojan horses)
Loose Linx, fuck what you think
Call me a shrink
Spit on your mink, piss in your pass
Shit in your sink
(We rock) jeans and rags (we
Smoke) Dust and hash
(We slang) Rap for cash (we don't) flap you
Black
(We play street tag) With techs and macs
(For all my fallen soldiers) Wave ya flags
(There's a war outside) That's why I stay mad
High off of mushroom, acid, speed and hash
(I drink Hennessy, Vodka, gin in long glass)
Roll a fat blunt, smoke it for delf
And won't pass (You got a little money and
Jewels) You wanna flash?
(Ride around the hood) Like I
Won't (shoot through the glass) loose Linx
(I'mma give it to these clowns real fast)
Show 'em what my name stand for
(throw on the mask) throw on the mask

Street, Street, yeah oG, Young Hustler

It's Why from the grave shift
(Walk talk, spit on the grittiest pavements)
Bang bang bang bang, we don't gang bang
(we bang gangs)
Post up, every day, the same thing
(Glock in the same jeans)
Rocking the same fiend
From '88, God, label me great
(I'm a hustler hustler nigga)
Fuck you mean, you on my team
(you exit your dream) infrared at your bean
(beam) Left niggas dead at the scene
My only fetish is CREAM
Fuck y'all niggas in the world
For whatever it means
Got y'all rap niggas tuckin' your bling
Huggin' your dream
Invadin' your cipher, buffin' your green
Watch how I steam
(fuck you mean) fuck you mean

Get your pockets dugged, you ain't thug, no
Hah, SI 7

Don't give me young hustler
(If we don't know you) We don't trust you
(If she don't blow ya) She don't love ya
(The niggas you know) 'll slow ya
(Never put the streets above) only
God can judge ya

Yeah, the Earth gave me life
I thought the streets were coming
(It's hell where we come from)
Yeah, I zone with, grind a nigga
Grind a nigga that'll dutch one yeah, yeah
(And leave the glove in the gutter, gutter
Sixteen hot wax, sixteen hot wax)
OG, the Young hustler (huh, what?)
Young Hustler