Street Type n*gga lyrics

[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]
I´m a street type n*gga
You know my kind, with that long Jheri Curl
Player to my heart cause I can´t stick with one girl
Gotta sell dope, cause a n*gga´s unemployed
If trouble is something that I just can´t avoid
Never step outside without the pump
I like to roll in style, so my fleetwood stays crunk
With my pants sagging so my underwear can show
Braids in my hair, so my Jheri Curl can grow
When I roll in my car, you know I got to have a gangster lean
Dark tinted windows so a n*gga can´t be seen
Beeper on my waist to keep in touch with my contact
Gun in my drawers just in case I get in combat
Bank like a motherf*cker, dressin' like I´m broke
I hang out at the corner of my block, where the liquor store
Like to spend most of my time on the dope track
Knocking on the junkies' windows
Selling them dope sacks
Pull them drawers off your ass cause I am a rogue
I f*ck ugly b*tches like junkies and find b*tches like info
The cause of the funeral, cause I´m the grave digger
You know my kind
Tommy Wright I´m a street type n*gga

[Chorus]
We used to hustle all the street corners
Mean motherf*cker from the street
We used to hustle all the street corners
Mean motherf*cker from the street
[Verse 2: MC Spade]
Cuttin' deals, women and dope, and doin' the sh*t that´s straight legit
Bust open a sack of bud, roll it up and smoke the sh*t
A cool ass n*gga taking no sh*t from them b*tches
Your ass get out of line, you´ll get that ass gatted trick
Am I doin' 211´s? Nah that ain´t my style
I slang and bang and sell cocaine and make it worth they while
I shake and bake a death to shoot a motherf*cking narc
I´m known to sell amphetamines, and slang crack rock
When you see me on the street, you see me with a pack
When I´m rollin' in my car I drive a motherf*cking lap
Seat at a tipstop, quick and check my beeper
Lean into the back, sky high smokin' reefer
So n*ggas what you think about the sh*t that I be sellin'?
The sh*t that I be smokin' and the sh*t I´m straight inhalin'
I´ll kill your ass quicker than I f*cking take your picture
I shoot you in the head and then I say "to hell with you"
You can never shoot me I´m impervious to pain
So many n*ggas dead it´s a motherf*cking shame
b*tches got to die when I f*cking pull the trigger
Crazy ass dope man
Street type n*gga

[Chorus]
We used to hustle all the street corners
Mean motherf*cker from the street
We used to hustle all the street corners
Mean motherf*cker from the street
We used to hustle all the street corners
Mean motherf*cker from the street
We used to hustle all the street corners
Mean motherf*cker from the street
[Outro]
Mean motherf*cker from the street
Mean motherf*cker from the street
Mean motherf*cker from the street