Streets Is Talking See I knew YOU was pussy lil nigga But I still took you in Put YOU under my wing anyway Taught everything you knew about the game Money in you pocket Food on your momma table Made sure you and yo sister was fed After everything This the Type of thanks a nigga gets Still I love you like a brother So it hurt my heart When my lawyer showed me in court That paper From the D.A. And right there next to a signature In big bold capital letters I wouldnt of believed it If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes To my shock and surprise WTF CUZ it couldn't be I cursed angrily Sorry motherfuckin ungrateful son of a bitch Thats your name You fucking snitched, state evidence And turned against everything I ever done for YOU YOU know YOU got it coming too YOU better hide or Run my dude Cuz when I come for YOU I Promise You it'll be the last time You'll ever feel the sunshine on YOU All YOU will know is bullets flying The Spark of My nines muzzle Fading from your eyes Face down lying in your own blood puddle Gurgling punctured lungs wont let you breathe As you lay dying and bleed I'll whisper a prayer for your rat ass soul Then ride on home A caring shoulder to console your mother Give your sister a hand to hold At your funeral Plans to stick dick up in her an beat it swole Treat that bitch just like a hoe Cuz it was My Freedom you stole Now YOU know I'm comin for YOU Yeah I'll be gunnin for YOU Hate that this is what its come down to Lil Bro This Is Street Talk Where That Heat Spark Where You Gotta Get It How You Live Or You Wont Eat At All Where The Police Aint Allowed To Be Cuz We Dont Speak To Cops Cuz If You Speak To Laws Its Garunteed You Gone Be In A Pine Box In No Time At All Better Mind Yo Business And Dont Mind At All This The Streets Dogg Where We Dont Speak At All Now THATS on O-Love I wont be showin no mo love Glad I never put YOU down with SIX O Cuz You lucky my LOCS dont know bruh But this is my burden to bear And I'll be there to bury you with the shovel After walking with 5 others Your Caskett on top of my Shoulder My Brothers Keeper More like the Crypt Keeper Cuz I'll be keeping the secret Even tho the streets will know I'm the nigga who killed YOU that day Better not hear a whisper on the wind Of any brave soul Foolish enough to Speak to the 5 O Or they next up on the list When I Sin again I'm really out these Streets Certain things are just Law Certainly you never bite the hamd that feeds Most importantly you don't turn AGAINST family Blood couldn't have made us thicker I shoulda remembered, Honestly . I forgot my nigga you was weak watery veins Still until my dying days I'll feel the pain Hurt embarrassed and shame As the day I saw You told on me Fucking Traitor You pussied up for just 9 months When they were offering me 40 yrs at 16 Still I knew better than to say a fucking thing Keep your head up I wrote you Shooting kites through the Gym door At the end of my pods wing Stay solid these hoes dont got shit on us Still just a couple months waiting and YOU caved Now look at YOU Its pitiful, yet somehow I pitty YOU Crazier I envy YOU Finally at peace in your fuccin Grave