im thru talkin bout me nigga lets talk about these streets they let me grind im up when you asleep they let me eat they guide my feet like footprints in tha sand they comfort me said it was a hoe that set my dawg up coulda been probably but you niggas stay puttin it off on dem hoes when really you police prostitution wit a stem charge and put it on you called you fa bond from tha jail phone now you spooked think about it nigga walk in my shoes she make deposits like a bank yous a fool she spent 80 dis mornin wit me by tha school money over everythang see that's a street rule when you see me pass guess that's why you grab ya tool niggas only hate if thats what they was born da do you need a license to tote a gun but you on need nan da shoot i cook my coke let it get hard know some buddys that like da boot real fiends real traps real street shit been in these streets a long time i shoulda been rich i wanted a Porsche but im so hood you know i bought a vic gave my dawg tha keys and damn if he ain't go hit a lick then he parked it right out front dem niggas wet my shit where it got sprayed dats where it stayed they can have dat bitch see i ainf leave not a thang in it wiped off every finga print aint gone be me they said that got tricked cause im married to tha streets yeah we jumped tha stick been wit dis kuntry nigga for all these years she can shoot a stick my 45s so horny spose have one got 2 dicks im coid as ice i keep a coat on even when its hot you all gas i bet i got sumnin dat ill make you stop named my guns cane and abel cause they kill alot gone pray alotta hail marys cause blood gone spill alot i aint gone lose nan drop like a buddy ain't losin his rock keep it safe like its all that he got a sucka nigga all he ever do is plot my cuzzin showed me how da cook and cut and sell rocks