Letter To The Streets

(专辑： Married To The Street - 2012)

[Young Scooter:]
You a hustler right?
You out on that corner, you out there thugging
Is you living that street life?
This a letter to you, better stay on your grind
Don't make dollars, don't make sense
Keep that on your mind
This a letter to the streets
You out there broke? You need some hustle?
Pay attention to me
This a letter to the streets
Got like ten different hustles
Each one worth a whole lot of money

I know a young nigga who lost his life
Standing on that corner and ain't even sold no white
Think the streets a game, you'll play yourself
White chalk, now you hood memories
Bricks cause a whole lot of murder scenes
I promise you ain't seen all the shit I seen
I really seen them tractor trailers willed with weed
Done put over a million pounds on the street
Rocking real diamonds, jugged up on this jewelry
I done jugged up on the plug, you can't fuck with me
I got shooters all around me, don't you fuck with me
I push a button nigga, that's just how I order keys
I just talked to Hector, he say he back over seas
He told me "Take the year off cause we done flood the streets"
[?] we bust down like three mil' a piece
I make count music, shit that put you on your feet

You a hustler right?
You out on that corner, you out there thugging
Is you living that street life?
This a letter to you, better stay on your grind
Don't make dollars, don't make sense
Keep that on your mind
This a letter to the streets
You out there broke? You need some hustle?
Pay attention to me
This a letter to the streets
Got like ten different hustles
Each one worth a whole lot of money

[Young Thug:]
Whole crew get fly like planes now
We struggle, shit, that's why we banging right now
And all that money, it got stains now
And I'm one step ahead of you lames
If you play, I'll bust your brain, yeah
Uh, and I ain't cripping nor tripping
I'm busy in the kitchen with them chickens, water whipping
I'm water whipping, yeah, and we ain't snitching nor cripping
Take your main ho to the loft
Then call Scooter phone and drop her off
Call that installment
Like, oops, what I meant?
I meant [?]
If I'm a dog, [?] ticks, and this cash ticks
Your lover, I'm passed it, your ho, I smashed it
Your ho, I trashed it, now she look nasty
I gotta [?] my pants sagging, and baggy
Racks on me automatic
But I'm riding in the stick with a stick
I'll shoot a nigga whole clique and you know this
Hunnid racks on the table
Call my homie back, he was like "I owe this"
Me and my big homie Scooter riding 'round focused

[Young Scooter:]
You a hustler right?
You out on that corner, you out there thugging
Is you living that street life?
This a letter to you, better stay on your grind
Don't make dollars, don't make sense
Keep that on your mind
This a letter to the streets
You out there broke? You need some hustle?
Pay attention to me
This a letter to the streets
Got like ten different hustles
Each one worth a whole lot of money