Streetlife
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It's the motherfuckin' street life
Fuck poppin' collars, we poppin' MACs
Leave you in a park bench with a condom hangin' halfway out your ass
Best strap up on these streets, cuz
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It's midnight, dodgin' the street lights
Mobbin' through the Northside, tryna get my grip right
Twenty P's if the price is right
Then I'm gone like a thief in the night (I guess the price was right)
Attackin' the game like a pit in the game, get ripped
Protect the stash with a stainless clip in a mafia crib
Send a fifty, makin' it bob and whip
Back to the spot where it cop, begin
So much bread, I ain't stoppin' 'til 2010
They say you live right, you die right (Right, right)
Bet the game crazy like my nigga J-Dawg
So I lay low, connect game from a cell phone
There's no tellin' when the feds gonna hit your home
There's no tellin' when the feds gonna clone your phone
We livin' the street life, avoidin' the one time
'Til you're blown away in the sunshine
The street life
Little cousin, we got chronic to burn
Big whips, wood wheels, they turn
Baby, this the street life
Soon as my bitch touch down off the plane
You know I'ma be ahead of the game
We live the street life
Hold on, we sell coke 'round here
You liable to get smoked 'round here
Little cousin, this the street life
Yeah, nigga, this Young Mess and Hatch
Get your chest pushed into your back (Uh-huh)
I'm sittin' low, sunk in the leather