[Verse 1: 8Ball]
Off-brand niggaz we ain't fuckin with y'all
Catch up with ya kind cuz you ain't touchin us, dawg
Imitation fake like Gucci suits that niggaz be wearin
Nigga like me hit the room and all the bitches be starin'
I'm not fine I'm not cute, they just know I got some loot
Grippin wood, lookin good, 24s make em choose
Nine times out of ten them bitches bad news
Hit the dick and start actin like a motherfuckin' fool
Clothes brand new from my T-shirt to my shoes
Pop a tag every day, that's what ghetto niggaz do
Hustle hard, spread all the bread with my crew
When we in the club they be poppin bottles too
We crunk and keep it hype and everybody know it's on
When my work hit the streets watch how quick that shit be gone
I rap like I'm cookin up a kitchen full of 'zones
When my work hit the streets watch how quick that shit be gone
Nigga
[Chorus x2: 8Ball & MJG]
(Street niggaz)
Keep your guns, hit the traps
Spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches like
(Street niggaz)
Push it all, hard or raw
Sticky weed, whatever you need, man we got it all
[Verse 2: MJG]
I'm just a street nigga I keep my heat under the seat, if a
Punk run up, hope he got his gun up
From sundown to sunup I keep it with me
And I aim to be unloadin on y'all when y'all get me
It's a cryin' shame that you niggaz come from it
But can't walk through it
What is it? I thought you knew
It was the streets nigga, my feet used to hit it
When I didn't have no wheels to go and get it
M J fuckin' G droppin these bars with no regards
For snitches and fake broads
You ain't hard, you steroid nigga, you big fraud
I remember when them bullets was takin' your lunch card
I'm a real ghetto politician
And what I got I'm givin'
To motherfuckers who willin to try to vision
What a nigga spittin'
Quit all that whinin' and bitchin'
Better stop, look and listen
Pay attention, what you been missin' is some...
[Chorus x2]
[Bridge: 8Ball]
Yea, come on
Street niggaz, street niggaz
We sittin' on leather and we grippin' on wood
(The streets is watchin')
We makin plenty bread and we reppin' our hood
(The streets is watchin')
Money over bitches, man it's still all good
(The streets is watchin')
We makin plenty bread and we reppin' our hood
[Verse 3: Bun B]
What can I say about these streets that I be walkin'?
Not too much
Cause where I'm from niggaz ain't motherfuckin talkin
We'd rather listen and watch
Tryin to stack some cars and clothes
A bowl and a glistenin' watch to get my gloss on
I paid the cost to be the boss on these corners
That these ballin niggaz floss on
Haters get tossed on, 5-0s get ***ed at
Out-of-towners get robbed and drop that
And can't nobody gonna stop that
See it was like this before me, so I'ma do the same
If you think it's time to change, nigga show me
Obviously you don't know me, it's time that you learned
Niggaz that try to hold me on my grind'll get burned
I'm down from P.A., Man, West side to east, fool
(Aw come on Bun B, dude, what about peace?)
Mayne, fuck peace, fool
You want some love, ask your momma or the lord
Bitch I'm down with Pimp C, UGK be goin hard
Cause we some...
[Chorus x2]