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Tsu Surf - The Streetz lyrics

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The Streetz by Tsu Surf


(Intro)
Say 'what' again. Say 'what' again, I dare you
I double dare you motherf**ker, say what one more Goddamn time!
Brett: He... he's black...
Jules: Go on...
Brett: He's bald
Jules: Does he look like a b**ch?
Brett: What?
Jules: [Shoots Brett in the shoulder] DOES HE LOOK LIKE A b**ch?
Brett: No!
(Verse)
Pistol packin', drug sellin', post it with convicted felons
Nan the clip, spit yo melon, far from dumb, I'm very clever
Time is precious, every second, every minute, every hour
I sublime and I blow sour, you got money, you got power
I don't f**k around with cowards, half of these niggas be stallin'
Hayward in the f**kin' county, any fire, I'm about it
(Free my niggas) So free all my niggas until they get free
Frontin' and stuntin', you nothin' like me
Kickin' it savage, exquisite the beat
You don't got no money, don't get in no beef
You visit the streets, you playin' for keefs
Swing through yo block every day of the week
Twist some sh*t up and I'm leavin' the scene
I'm in the cut sellin' dope to the fiends
Niggas ain't f**kin' with me and my team
HBUp, nigga, we got the streets
Smokin' on strong cuz you lil niggas weak
Talk to yo money, ain't talkin' to me
Hood all hot, fish all sweet
Niggas be snakes, b**ches be creeps
Hittin' the trap, nigga, that's how I eat
I'mma do me, nigga, so f**k what you think
Niggas know me, I go hard on the pen
Ain't talkin' ? but I need everything
Ain't takin' no ? I need everything
(Hook)
This the streetz, this the streetz
Niggas snakes, b**ches creeps
It ain't a game, play it for keeps
This the streetz, know that this the streetz
Niggas snakes, b**ches creeps
I seen the strong survive, you can't be weak
This the streetz, this the streetz
Niggas snakes, b**ches creeps
(Verse 2)
I really gotta thank my momma, without her I'd prolly be dead
Got ? strappin' that .2, it's like 50 with one in the head
Get in my zone, bluntin' it ? and I'm gone
Point me to them and they gone, choppas get blown
? on that phone, free they be flags they be home
I heard it was beef, I skirt up on em with them cals up
They go bleaw bluf, anotha town stump goin' loud up
It ain't tinted, I ain't massed up
There's gloves in the mag tug, there's gloves in the max tuck
There's gloves in the Mactop, it's personal
I'mma tear his ass up, nippin' in the butter ain't love
That's how I do niggas, neva been to Chiraq, drill me a few niggas
Niggas be talkin', but I'm outta town, faded
Tweet me, I'm busy, pull up back home alone
Back ?
(Hook)
This the streetz, this the streetz
Niggas snakes, b**ches creeps
It ain't a game, play it for keeps
This the streetz, know that this the streetz
Niggas snakes, b**ches creeps
I seen the strong survive, you can't be weak
This the streetz, this the streetz
Niggas snakes, b**ches creeps
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