My Streets Lyrics

We smoke dubs on hot streets

Watch hoes creep

Drop hits of acids in 3's

Blow up bitch police

As they drive down my street

In their ugly ass caprice

Walk away and say peace

Watch tramp ass hood rats

Walk around with fake gats

Poppin pills of x lax

Beat em down and puttem on the rail road tracks

Bunch of hoes that can't ball

Just a bunch of hacks

Can't handle 6 packs

But I need to relax

Cause im about to react

These bitches wanna compete

You about to be made obsolete

And wind up on the concrete

As I bust out my heat

But yo ass is used to defeat

So you become discreet

Now you wanna come up to me wit beef

Well let me brief

Ima murder you like I did the chief of police

Run off and shoot up NBD

Take the money and run

Go by some tight ass Detroit chron

Get blazed up and flee

back to the crime scene

I get a rush off the trouble I cause

As I break the city bylaws

And leave people in aws

While they wonder y I did this

You damn right I did it

And ill do it again

I might as well be blacklisted

Cause I don't even exist

So what am I to do

Wait for a breakthrough

Just so my album can debut
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But when will I be noticed

And become a talented artist

This is how it is on my streets

We walk around and carry beefs

Cause weve lost all belief

But this ain't no time to grief

I should write a song about the hell I cause

As I get fucked up and traumatized

And listen to tupacs still I rise

And wonder y I even try

Their can't be two of us

So I better bust

im a drunken lush

and I ain't even worth the fuss

I get on the mike and jus cuss

About how I wanna kill a bitch named russ

Strangle him and beat him over the head

with his own bed post

cause I hate bitch talking hoes

and especially weak ass homos

who don't wanna throw down with me

youll find you ass hangin dead from a tree

This is how it is on my streets

We walk around and carry beefs

Cause weve lost all belief

But this ain't no time to grief

I don't take shit from peeps

I ain't got no beef

After I put you 7ft deep

This anger needs to be released

Cause the insanity just increased

So what am I to do

Yell at bitches in drive throughs

Walkin around pissed at every crew

Wanting to kill everyone even you

Cause of this tension from when I grew

I see you stumbling around drunk

And run you over in my truck

Claim it was an accident

Cause that's how it is on my streets
You wouldn't know about that
So put away that fake gat