What’s Wrong With The Streets lyrics

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(I don’t know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(I don’t really know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(wrong with these streets)
This sh*t ain’t like it used to be
(sh*t ain’t like it used to be)
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(I don’t know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(I don’t really know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(wrong with these streets)
This sh*t ain’t like it used to be

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
I’m street smart
And I know something’s wrong
n*ggas tell it man
I know it’s going on
Do your time boy
You know you dead wrong
Yeah I still shine
With no diamonds on
The police yea
They dirty in these streets
Try to [?] some bricks
On your jealousy
The sh*t I rap about
Attract police
I never change
I’m the same old me
What’s going on man
What’s really going on
Don’t call my phone no
n*gga don’t call my phone
You got caught with five bricks
Don’t tell a soul
They told on 400 n*ggas
Broke the code
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(I don’t know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(I don’t really know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(wrong with these streets)
This sh*t ain’t like it used to be
(sh*t ain’t like it used to be)
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(I don’t know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(I don’t really know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(wrong with these streets)
This sh*t ain’t like it used to be

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
Streets sour
These n*ggas coward droppin names
It ain’t the same
The dope game
It done changed
These hoes plotting
The streets watching
I’m all about the
f*cking profit
Half a ticket
Out the hood
Cause I gotta sock it
My young n*ggas pop molly
n*gga I pop pills
Death to all snitches
And I hope your family miss you
Suppose to be a street n*gga
But you soft as tissue
I don’t know what’s wrong
With these n*ggas
Jumped in the wrong game
In this sh*t for the fame
‘posed to be out here
Chasing paper
But you chasing b*tches
Like a lame
But me
I’m multitasking
Sending thangs
On the plane
Getting pills on the train
You loving it
Benz n*gga
Last week ran a train
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(I don’t know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(I don’t really know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(wrong with these streets)
This sh*t ain’t like it used to be
(sh*t ain’t like it used to be)
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(I don’t know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(I don’t really know what’s wrong)
I don’t know what’s wrong with these streets
(wrong with these streets)
This sh*t ain’t like it used to be