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In These Streets
They out here wilding in these streets They out here styling in these streets They out here looting and shooting And black profiling in these streets They out here dealing in these streets They out here stealing in these streets They out here illing and killing They hurt yo' feelings in these streets Boy, I
tell you these streets Ain't no joke You need to stay up out of 'em Before you get smoked You looking like food To a
hungry nigga, broke Every hood in America Filled with cutthroats Police scanners tune Into the
murder that I
wrote Gave 'em cement shoes And then I
tossed 'em off a
boat Make sure all the
bubbles disappeared He didn't float Left my calling card for the
Coast Guard A
suicide note Sometimes these lil' rappers Need to shut they fucking mouths Don't care if you from the
East or West Or North or South Where I'm from they bring it to yo' Doorstep at your house What you talking 'bout Can't play no football in no blouse I
be running plays like the
Quarterback Sneak I
call you 7
Days 'cause your rap style weak Freak, hit the
Cuervo And she just got geeked Did a
dance on the
police Then I
left 'em in the
streets They out here wilding in these streets They out here styling in these streets They out here looting and shooting And black profiling in these streets They out here dealing in these streets They out here stealing in these streets They out here illing and killing They hurt yo' feelings in these streets Boy, I
tell ya that you just won't last Your mouth gonna write a
check that yo' ass can't cash All the
shit you did, gon' come back from the
past And when they catch up with you You know they gon' whoop yo' ass Consequences, repercussions For them guns that was busting And now the
police coming 'round Asking all them questions Ain't nobody tell 'em nothing They don't want to admit it Street justice is upon him And they want you to get it They had motive before they did it Premeditated, committed murder And they never, ever once reconsidered Never heard of such a
thing You get yourself crowned, trying to be the
king Of this rap underground Real bad boys move in silence Don't make a
sound Been down We the
reason fake dudes don't come around Four pound, catch you outta bounds Another body found Chopped 'em up in pieces And fed 'em to the
hounds They out here wilding in these streets They out here styling in these streets They out here looting and shooting And black profiling in these streets They out here dealing in these streets They out here stealing in these streets They out here illing and killing They hurt yo' feelings in these streets Boy, would you boss up These niggas is mustard, man They need to catch up Put ya hands in the
air Aand throw ya sets up If I
ever make it rain Ya might get wet up I
don't walk around a
criminal Or faking I'm a
villain I'm known around the
globe For simply making a
killing Man you all up in yo' feelings Money spending when it's old And I'm all up in the
game Even if the
weather's cold And they still don't know my name But insane is how I
roll Man I'll blow yo' fucking brains On the
floor and snatch yo' soul They out here wilding in these streets They out here styling in these streets They out here looting and shooting And black profiling in these streets They out here dealing in these streets They out here stealing in these streets They out here illing and killing They hurt yo' feelings in these streets
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