DJ KAYSLAY & GREG STREET - Streetniggaz lyrics

(feat. Jae Millz, Mike Beck & Smitty)

[Intro: DJ KaySlay]

It's that street nigga shit!!!

Smitty!!! Jae Millz!!! Mike Beck!!! Kayslay!!! Greg Street!!!

Y'all know what the fuck it is!!! Let's! Go!

[Verse 1: Smitty]

This is nothin new to me, life ain't what it used to be

Now it's all gun cocked, scared a nigga truthfully

Cock, black, assault, fast

Got, cash, cop, crash

And y'all full of shit keep the heart full of clips

Yo' pot his pot keep the spot full of bricks

No fame no game I pull a bitch

New whip blue six same color crip

And y'all lame niggaz hear we on some other shit

Off white soft white as long as it's butter shit

Burn, yay, you earn, you straight

You earn, we take, you hungry, we ate

No stress one sack already done that

Call my weight Jordan (Why) because it come back

Five five for the ounce spit one stack

Cock that drop that nigga that's a comeback

Need a new hustle already done rap

Tired of the same cash so I called Dame Dash

My CD, is real, it's Smitty and Millz

Live from the ghetto why I never let go

[Verse 2: Jae Millz (DJ KaySlay)]

Papa wasn't never here O.G.'s made me grown

Mama let her baby roam and now baby holdin chrome

It don't matter who you name he can't flow like me

I petty might be aight yeah but he ain't dope as me

If you been around fam I know you notice me

Yes! One hand in the air one on the chest

It's Mr. wanna what some call me one of the best

And if they don't, it must be cause they want it to deaf

Everybody talk bullets to you give it one of them fresh

One wrong punchline will get you one through ya vest

And you ain't gotta be Hines Ward to catch

Somethin from thirty yards out fuck what ya bars 'bout

We shootin niggaz like Reggie Miller did

Nah I ain't Scarface homey I'm worst, I'll kill your kids

Who doubtin me I'll do your newborn like Mike did his lil' ass from the balcony

Corny industry niggaz hatin and reroutin me

But I'm a wolverine I was raised where the moutains be

Slept in the dungeon the trainin be the same

Sylvestor Stallone did before he fought Dolph Lundred

Nigga yous a pumpkin Smitty spark the lama

And nigga fuck the frontin till the cats believe that I'm a be the (Street niggga!!!)

[Verse 3: Mike Beck (DJ KaySlay)]

The hood is full of roaches the crib is so full of roaches

My livin was so atrocious so flippin we came devoted

Ask about the wrist game whip game

How I flip change make it to diamonds that glisten

I'm the shit man manuer street polluter

Peeps is beast just to eat they'll shoot ya

Politics as usual it's usual crucial

Shoot through your Red Monkey's let the shells seduce ya

I'm a, predicate cutter, better be butter

If I touch it I must get cash in a bundance

Stacks, for the hundred, pass smell the blunt scent

Get you in the car in your pockets it's your months rent

In the front big head on the horn

By the time they come check your pulse presume your dead I'm gone

Were probably on another coast new clothes another toast

New hoes with new dough move low right through those

Death points, from the hood to borderline

Take money from the hood and bought the borderline

So much more than rhyme his thoughts borderline

His brawl with this boar listen to 'em tell 'em I'm a (Street nigga!!!)