Texty: Chamillionaire. In These Streets.
-Chamillionaire-
Who the trillest,
the answer you thought you knew it,
you blew it thats why they drew it,
the pistol soon as it hits you,
you wish you never do it,
bang till your brain spew it,
Houston is full of sewege,
its true it ain't nothing to it,
they will do it act like you knew it,
see i ain't really got to prove it
look around and it show,
cause most of these n***** we use to know ain't even around here no mo,
but don't drown in your flow,
cause its deeper look around and hell no,
this ain't Cleveland it don't be frezzing but boys around here with snow,
redefining my hoe
they think she on the side when she wit em, she ridin and flippin in your car,
you see that wire that's sticking
out her bra federal car right behind him is picking his a** up,
but damn broh (damn broh)
they done found them a victim, (damn)
walk with me through that spaceship city
where that 9 is the law
channal 13 preview that scene
who did that crime to that boy
walk in on that red carpet
ain't the kind the stars be walking on
chalk is shown (is that right)
outline with that scar (damn)
-Hook-
It's real on these streets
niggas be toting heat on these streets
puting bustas to sleep on these streets
playing for keeps in these streets
I ougth to eat off these streets
your momma weep
cause now you lay dead on these streets
x2 n****
-B.G.-
Where I'm from we play it raw
we cutthtroat and bout our business,
some call it New Orleans
but I nicknamed it Chopper City,
its the home of the Hornets
and the home of the Saints
but don't get that name twisted
we'll toss you off in a lake,
if you want work,
we'll tell you we got weight,
tax him 22 for a burner, flour, or cake,
n**** ride fly in benzes on 22s,
double back drop 26s under the H2,
i'm a fool wit it
hoes be like i want him,
fresh Dickie shirt over my tee with some bos and tims,
i'm a hot boy,
if you ain't know ask somebody
on Valence and Magnolia
i'm like the Don John Gotti,
don't try me or you'll end up a nobody,
on a front of a tee
with your people second line,
and its like that,
I ain't the one to size up,
cause if you do me that
then i'ma have to fie up
(Hook)
-Stat Quo-
Track bang, (track bang)
pimp ho like good game,
got damn shame
that boy there got good aim,
across the globe
he got pulled like hair strains,
Stat Quo the beast
Big Bread my nickname,
trunk pop the show
my verse is spiritual,
test me and your condition
will end up critical,
started from the A
why he spit so lyrical,
he not right for the hood
he a south coast miracle,
for the strippers, hustlas,
and common criminals,
9 to 5 workers, lieutenants and generals
? to struggle
the grind will injure you,
it takes more than crutches
to make it through
i'm telling you
(Hook)
-Soulja Slim-
What you're hearing is uptown
is y'all fimilar with that sound,
a hundred rounds will gun you down
put your b**** a** underground,
now i want you to know,
see i'ma general,
is there a heaven or hell
tell me where the killers go,
my pill busting slow,
fill up the dro,
i'm bout to tell em
what they need to know don't f*** wit us we creepin low,
he out that 13th, he out that 17th,
i'm out that muthaf***in 3-9
who want beef,
i'll be damn if grown killas stay humble,
i could get ya killed
without uppin the bundle,
Magnolia that's my project
never call it a jungle,
keep a spot on the block
and a key of dope to fumble,
i'm down south hustlin,
get paid in many ways,
if your lick ova a hundred g's
i'm comin to bust yo head,
i say f*** the feds
and i'll say it again,
from the streets to the pen
I play the game to win
(Hook)
(Thanks to kevin for these lyrics)
Who the trillest,
the answer you thought you knew it,
you blew it thats why they drew it,
the pistol soon as it hits you,
you wish you never do it,
bang till your brain spew it,
Houston is full of sewege,
its true it ain't nothing to it,
they will do it act like you knew it,
see i ain't really got to prove it
look around and it show,
cause most of these n***** we use to know ain't even around here no mo,
but don't drown in your flow,
cause its deeper look around and hell no,
this ain't Cleveland it don't be frezzing but boys around here with snow,
redefining my hoe
they think she on the side when she wit em, she ridin and flippin in your car,
you see that wire that's sticking
out her bra federal car right behind him is picking his a** up,
but damn broh (damn broh)
they done found them a victim, (damn)
walk with me through that spaceship city
where that 9 is the law
channal 13 preview that scene
who did that crime to that boy
walk in on that red carpet
ain't the kind the stars be walking on
chalk is shown (is that right)
outline with that scar (damn)
-Hook-
It's real on these streets
niggas be toting heat on these streets
puting bustas to sleep on these streets
playing for keeps in these streets
I ougth to eat off these streets
your momma weep
cause now you lay dead on these streets
x2 n****
-B.G.-
Where I'm from we play it raw
we cutthtroat and bout our business,
some call it New Orleans
but I nicknamed it Chopper City,
its the home of the Hornets
and the home of the Saints
but don't get that name twisted
we'll toss you off in a lake,
if you want work,
we'll tell you we got weight,
tax him 22 for a burner, flour, or cake,
n**** ride fly in benzes on 22s,
double back drop 26s under the H2,
i'm a fool wit it
hoes be like i want him,
fresh Dickie shirt over my tee with some bos and tims,
i'm a hot boy,
if you ain't know ask somebody
on Valence and Magnolia
i'm like the Don John Gotti,
don't try me or you'll end up a nobody,
on a front of a tee
with your people second line,
and its like that,
I ain't the one to size up,
cause if you do me that
then i'ma have to fie up
(Hook)
-Stat Quo-
Track bang, (track bang)
pimp ho like good game,
got damn shame
that boy there got good aim,
across the globe
he got pulled like hair strains,
Stat Quo the beast
Big Bread my nickname,
trunk pop the show
my verse is spiritual,
test me and your condition
will end up critical,
started from the A
why he spit so lyrical,
he not right for the hood
he a south coast miracle,
for the strippers, hustlas,
and common criminals,
9 to 5 workers, lieutenants and generals
? to struggle
the grind will injure you,
it takes more than crutches
to make it through
i'm telling you
(Hook)
-Soulja Slim-
What you're hearing is uptown
is y'all fimilar with that sound,
a hundred rounds will gun you down
put your b**** a** underground,
now i want you to know,
see i'ma general,
is there a heaven or hell
tell me where the killers go,
my pill busting slow,
fill up the dro,
i'm bout to tell em
what they need to know don't f*** wit us we creepin low,
he out that 13th, he out that 17th,
i'm out that muthaf***in 3-9
who want beef,
i'll be damn if grown killas stay humble,
i could get ya killed
without uppin the bundle,
Magnolia that's my project
never call it a jungle,
keep a spot on the block
and a key of dope to fumble,
i'm down south hustlin,
get paid in many ways,
if your lick ova a hundred g's
i'm comin to bust yo head,
i say f*** the feds
and i'll say it again,
from the streets to the pen
I play the game to win
(Hook)
(Thanks to kevin for these lyrics)
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