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feat. The Commisiona, Shawny Moe Internetseite Langenfeld Yeah uhh (yea yea) Lemme speak on it, like this
[?] Livin my life on the streets nigga, completely on a hustle mission It's do or die no doubt, we tryna get it nigga Read about the slick Tha Gambinos Keepin it locked: both sides of the globe - sunshine or snow It's kinda crazy in these streets, where killas grab the heat Nigga listen to shit that I speak, y'all know the outcome From Fillmore to (?) it's crucial on every turf The ride the skirt off until the next day They plot to let the gats burst off - I seen it with my own eyes A witness to the sick life where niggaz'll kill to flip some ice On four or five more or less, to floss around the west Shit I'm nothin nice, all in these streets, so keep a vest
[Shawny Moe] I'd rather ball than be on these streets hustlin for mine It's dirty out here, so I'm only trustin the nine And I'm knowin it's funny, ain't worth my freedom My homie caught a case back in '88 and ever since I ain't seen him I live a life of crime, affiliated in these dangerous times Where you either bangin rhymes or slangin dimes And jailtime ain't nothin new for thugs, movin drugs Takin it one time and duckin slugs Fuck the love cuz it ain't none, and never will be You shake my hand, call yaself my man, but pro'ly wanna kill me I still be one of the realest to spit it And that shit that you talkin bout doin, I been did it
[Hook: Shawny Moe] - 2X Niggaz is playin hard, ivolved in the streets Bellin from barred streets, stars playin for keeps Buckles and pants saggin, straps under the seats Hustlin instead gettin caught all in the beef
[JT the Bigga Figga] I stay tucked on my way to the block, the gunshots keep the turf on lock, crack rocks, and fed knots Saw the homies in the trenches tryna get it Rather keep yo' cabbage man them niggaz be tryna split it Dirty ones, thirty guns, and ten niggaz Head fulla drama and everybody want vengeance Smokin on blunts and conversatin over E's (whassup my nigga) Sippin on Screamin Cousin and plottin on some G's Rules get made, crews get sprayed and the bodies get left And every fuckin move you make you gotta watch yo' step In the streets it's like a time bomb, know the facts Never speak business, about murders or pullin jacks With a shake of the dice, you ballin or either broke If you stay in the drama; might live or get smoked Cuz it's fifty/fifty - laugh now or cry later And folkin is for keeps and they comin back with the sprayer
[The Commisiona] The Get Low; we keep it locked till we sittin on top But I'm the chief of the squad, callin shots, it's knots 90 fever It's The Commisiona representin Tha Gamblaz Man confidentally we goin platinum We tellin the truth, and to the world listen up to hear the real Cuz it's for certain, we keepin it locked and holdin it down This definitely not a 'Get Rich Quick Scheme' That's an official, it's our time to shine, we takin over It's money to make, I'm playin by my own rules Constantly I'm tryna stick and move (move) Affordin the block, providin for the rest of the fam And I'm a made man, that's tryna execute this major masterplan We playin hard!
