In The Streets lyrics

[Intro: BG]
My city
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[Verse 1: BG]
n*ggas know how I'm cut, n*ggas know how I'm built
Come around me with that foolishness, you will get killed
Brains spilled, I ain't playing with you b*tch ass n*ggas
I don't answer my phone 'cause it's too many snitch ass n*ggas
I'm a street n*gga for real, I don't just rap
You can catch me in the trap, meet [?]
I f*ck with real n*ggas all through Tennessee
Maal The Pimp, Young Buck, 8Ball & MJG
I'm a 504 n*gga 'til the meat show
I represent the NO everywhere I go
n*ggas know I stay thuggin, n*ggas know I'm a hunnid
This rap sh*t gets slow, I'm right back to hustlin'
Right back in the hood, right back on the block
I still got my connect, 16 a block
I'm the hottest of the hot, I'm a muthaf*ckin' G
I do this for the ghetto 'cause I'm the heart of the streets


[Chorus: BG]
I got a blunt full of weed and a trunk full of keys
Tell me how many you want, I can get you what you need
Cause
I-I-I-I'm in the streets, man
I-I-I-I'm in the streets, man
I got a blunt full of weed and a trunk full of keys
Tell me how many you want, I can get you what you need
Cause
I-I-I-I'm in the streets, man
I-I-I-I'm in the streets, man


[Verse 2: TC]

I'm in the streets all day 24/7
I shine but I still tote that MAC-11
Chopper on the couch, chopper on the seat
I ride with mine so the chopper be wherever I be
I'm in the streets all day, I got the cheap price
Me, Maal, and Doogie on the block shooting dice
You might lose your life, n*gga sh*t real
Flash crew and the flame, b*tch we hard to kill
Chevy ridin' high, [?] watch the curb!
Down south hustlin' so you know we moving birds
Can't take shorts, I need all mine
Play with me, watch your body on a flatline
n*gga we ride first, you can ask Murk
Black di*kies with the Black di*kie T-shirt
We hustlin, all my n*ggas smokin purp
If you need it, holla at ya boy I got work

[Chorus: BG]

I got a blunt full of weed and a trunk full of keys
Tell me how many you want, I can get you what you need
Cause
I-I-I-I'm in the streets, man
I-I-I-I'm in the streets, man
I got a blunt full of weed and a trunk full of keys
Tell me how many you want, I can get you what you need
Cause
I-I-I-I'm in the streets, man
I-I-I-I'm in the streets, man


[Verse 3: Maal The PImp]

A straight Chattanooga n*gga, that's what's up with me
I'm dub that's affiliated, n*gga f*ck with me
The underdog biting n*gga just to get attention
Maal The Pimp, that's a know you better start to mention (Why?)
I got some stories to tell, I'm gon' be here a minute
Come to my city, it's hell and you see how I'm living
Murder, dope, robbery, look it ain't all good
And n*ggas with that gang banging sh*t in all hoods
Yeah I was raised around it, guess that's my background
I speak the real so they respect me down in Chat-town
Back in my younger days, n*gga I used to flag it up
Break it down on a styrofoam plate and bag it up
I go to any side of town, I can move like that
These n*ggas know what hood I'm from but I'm just cool like that
Man for the record it's official homie, you know me
I'm trying to put us on the map down in the 423
So how B.G. hear about Maal? (How?) I ain't got no deal
I ain't sold 100,000 so I must be real
The more I f*ck with Chopper City, watch them checks get bigger
Big [?] yeah I got ya, that's on the west side n*gga

[Chorus: BG]

I got a blunt full of weed and a trunk full of keys
Tell me how many you want, I can get you what you need
Cause
I-I-I-I'm in the streets, man
I-I-I-I'm in the streets, man
I got a blunt full of weed and a trunk full of keys
Tell me how many you want, I can get you what you need
Cause
I-I-I-I'm in the streets, man
I-I-I-I'm in the streets, man