Street Niggaz

I’m a street ni***, dog, everybody knows that
So a hater get smashed, bond money on deck
Gave my dog half a brick for a ’73 donk
Got that bullfrog yay, cause I know it’s gon’ jump
I’m a real street ni***, do you understand me?
I’m a walking bankroll, breezy, rubber-band me
Red Monkeys on my ass, Gucci frames on my face
Got that ‘Tony Tiger Kush,’ man, pimpin’ smoke great
Every time my phone ring, dog, it’s eighteen-five
Only problem that I have is what car I’m gon’ drive
Im a real street ni***, I ain’t never had shit
Man, this chain ‘round my neck cost four or five bricks
I’m a street ni***, dog, I don’t love no bitch
I ain’t talkin’ to you, baby, ‘less you buyin’ ten bricks
Bought an ’06 Lamb’ with the butterfly doors
That’s a quarter-million dollars gone, just to pull hoes

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I’m a street ni***, dog
I’m a street ni***, dog
You a street ni***, just like me
I’m a street ni***, dog
I’m a street ni***, dog
No industry, I’m in these streets

Im a street ni***, dog, hoes love my swag
And the Jacob on my wrist, that’s a drop-top Jag
Bought a drop-top Vette, and a super-bad bitch
‘How much you think you worth?’
‘Bout 95 bricks
Way back in ’94, it was 95 cents
Now I’m 95 south, with an R&B bitch
Every time I leave the house, bring at least ten grips
Cause it’s two or three stacks just to park my whips
Got a small amount of niggas, but a large amount of clips
And a blue Bent’ Coupe same color as the Crips
Mean mug on my face, ni***, ain’t nothin funny
60 grand on the Jacob, ni***, time costs money
Got a quarter million plate, that’s eighteen blocks
When the cops try to whip me, man, I ain’t gon’ stop
Im a real street ni***, dog, I ain’t gon’ lie
Bought a pound of Bubba Kush, just to get the clique high

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I’m a street ni***, dog, so I love my whip
Car-jack a street ni***, that’s how niggas get killed
Im a street ni***, dog, so I love my block
Paid a junkie three grams just to wash my drop
Street niggas love me, and I love street niggas
Got an out of town trap, come twice a week, ni***
Im an East Atlanta vet, man, I ain’t done yet
Bitches standin’ in line just to wipe my sweat
If you make a good count,then you under good check
Never beef with street niggas, dog, that’s ya best bet
Street niggas make a college bitch’s panties so wet
To a project bitch, I’m the best it’s gon’ get
Street ni*** of the year, dog, yeah, that’s me
Just to see my wrist twirl, man, it’s eighteen G’s
Gucci eatin’ real good, dog, what about you?
Im a street ni***, dog, you a street ni*** too?

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