Word on the Streets lyrics

by

Pac Div


[Verse 1]
DJ base in this b*tch air hoe
Look at this yo what’s brackin man
Oh you already know man the whole team
The label man you already know man
You know it would be the movement
You know streets you know I’m just
Working hard as possible

[Verse 2]
You have to take a f*cker down to stay out
Of mind you know you pus*y n*ggas snitching
You gotta stay out of crime and when you
Living in the streets we just staying alive
And if I ain’t the f*cking truth I’ll be stating a Lie

[Verse 3]
We way more fly than you n*ggas
Money over b*tches don’t lie to my n*ggas
Pull up in foreigns no hi to you n*ggas
Say bye to you n*ggas we out here my n*ggas
Crew full of shooters we routy my n*ggas
No limiting we biding my n*gga every n*gga
Shooting we got it my n*gga yo we wilding my
n*gga we filing my n*gga never miss out on a
Freak though and I only get naked for a freak
Hoe he pus*y got to be on fleek though
Never speak though what you with me for
Get the plug on the line I need more hemps
Get my fireman on with these red Tims
When a beef on call call it more rims
I don’t need friends I just need ends
f*ck a grey b*tch with a grey bun
Words on the streets that we got a pound
Never trust a b*tch that you got to watch
And my only option is to get the dollars
Pay the Range Rover more excelerate
My n*ggas got it so we don’t do the fake
My n*ggas got the buns so we don’t do the fake
[Verse 4]
We don’t do the fake we don’t do the fake
Coops ain’t collis Akon throw those fozi on
Kanye n*gga I’ve been ballin do it my way
And I turn nine ounce into friday
Turn on spot into two spots
With the rolex and the new house
Bounce up the Coop with my bow maine
Look at the mother f*cking wheels on
The car man I don’t f*ck with no n*ggas
Ya’ll lame like a n*gga on the side like
I ain’t playing if they ever get behind me
I don’t say sh*t but if a bird in the trunk
I’m going to blaze sh*t with a nine on my
Side is a K sh*t K K K sh*t I got that
White n*gga big B’s on my team we did it
Right n*gga and you never bring a knife
To a gunfight n*gga f*ck a grip disk with
A rare bun word on the street is we got it
Poppin never trust a b*tch if you got to
Watch them and my only option is to get
The dollars Pay the Range Rover more
Accelerate my n*gga got a bomb we don’t
Do the fix my n*gga got a bomb we don’t
Do the fix we don’t do the fit we don’t do
The fit
Dj base get in this sh*t air hoe
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