[00:00.000] 作词 : George Stone III/June James
[00:01.000] 作曲 : George Stone III/June James
[00:06.619]Til you home, free my lil partner nem
[00:08.832]I don't talk on phones so you can hear mine through Suboxone strips
[00:11.851]Hate they say you snitched all over show don't get your mama kissed
[00:14.605]Drug dealer anonymous I still respect and honor this
[00:17.680]I was slidin and poppin shit with the same niggas I was coppin bricks
[00:20.692]I knew I'd lose my scholarship as soon as I learned to get my zaza shipped
[00:23.711]Cuz I was on the road with 10 grit, the 4, and would front 6
[00:26.722]I don't pull out my phone to spin, don't leave the Lo until he killed
[00:29.492]I'll be past my toes and hands, I count the ones I seen and went
[00:32.662]Instead of invest in businesses, I plan to get a killer rich
[00:35.922]That street shit, that up-for-life, don't-squash-my-beef shit
[00:38.684]That New Year, new car, jewelry, same me shit
[00:41.695]And I ain't hurt, I ain't even worried, I ain't see shit
[00:44.716]The uptown out to Newburg EST shit
[00:47.722]The streets, the streets, the mutha****in streets
[00:50.485]A lot of niggas hate you, but them niggas ain't me
[00:53.505]The streets, the streets, the mutha****in streets
[00:56.516]A lot of niggas hate you, but them niggas ain't me
[00:59.549]I love you cuz you kept me fed fresh from out of jail
[01:02.596]Right on the tail of me on house arrest and I kept losing my mail
[01:05.603]The gas will never get passed, but til you get money, we gon land
[01:08.365]Them niggas complainin never failed, so mix it might as well
[01:11.388]Know I love you cuz them bullets hit my stomach and I still lived
[01:14.651]Right after I got back, shit kept getting whacked, and I got me a M
[01:17.686]I always remember who was and who wasn't there when it was time to spin
[01:20.751]Made me think they friends when I heard all the hate was being said
[01:23.762]I don't care what who said as my tool sprayin
[01:26.773]Play it however you play it, nigga, till I'm through playin
[01:29.783]When I send them Shiners through, turn your shit to Shiner land
[01:32.796]Life ain't got no proper hand, I won a bluff and went all in
[01:35.556]I been locked in, way before the war when it was free Lil Red
[01:38.832]When whole crowds would clear soon as they hear Eastside Taliban
[01:41.592]Riata ain't have a lot of friends, **** all outsiders, ABM
[01:44.683]I made it when they ain't think I can, Unc hit hard out of soda cans
[01:47.687]Same nigga who was teaching me how to fix it in case my blower jammed
[01:50.702]Same nigga saying different, knowing I delivered it every time I supposed to did
[01:53.717]Lawyers and take care of your kids, plus keep up with them bills
[01:56.728]That's my version of keepin it real, nigga, not just how I feel
[01:59.739]Ain't no speculation bout did you tell, just get that paperwork in
[02:02.753]If you don't, I get the hint, but it still hurt my feelings bad
[02:05.511]My heart wasn't built to fix a rat, I love the streets too much for that
[02:08.576]The streets don't ever die, long as I'm alive, I'm gon bring it back
[02:11.587]That street shit, that up-for-life, don't-squash-my-beef shit
[02:14.600]That New Year, new car, jewelry, same me shit
[02:17.612]And I ain't hurt, I ain't even worried, I ain't see shit
[02:20.639]The uptown out to Newburg, yeah, I seen shit
[02:23.701]The streets, the streets, the mutha****in streets
[02:26.471]A lot of niggas hate you, but them niggas ain't me
[02:29.482]The streets, the streets, the mutha****in streets
[02:32.494]A lot of niggas hate you, but them niggas ain't me

作词 : George Stone III/June James
作曲 : George Stone III/June James
Til you home, free my lil partner nem
I don't talk on phones so you can hear mine through Suboxone strips
Hate they say you snitched all over show don't get your mama kissed
Drug dealer anonymous I still respect and honor this
I was slidin and poppin shit with the same niggas I was coppin bricks
I knew I'd lose my scholarship as soon as I learned to get my zaza shipped
Cuz I was on the road with 10 grit, the 4, and would front 6
I don't pull out my phone to spin, don't leave the Lo until he killed
I'll be past my toes and hands, I count the ones I seen and went
Instead of invest in businesses, I plan to get a killer rich
That street shit, that up-for-life, don't-squash-my-beef shit
That New Year, new car, jewelry, same me shit
And I ain't hurt, I ain't even worried, I ain't see shit
The uptown out to Newburg EST shit
The streets, the streets, the mutha****in streets
A lot of niggas hate you, but them niggas ain't me
The streets, the streets, the mutha****in streets
A lot of niggas hate you, but them niggas ain't me
I love you cuz you kept me fed fresh from out of jail
Right on the tail of me on house arrest and I kept losing my mail
The gas will never get passed, but til you get money, we gon land
Them niggas complainin never failed, so mix it might as well
Know I love you cuz them bullets hit my stomach and I still lived
Right after I got back, shit kept getting whacked, and I got me a M
I always remember who was and who wasn't there when it was time to spin
Made me think they friends when I heard all the hate was being said
I don't care what who said as my tool sprayin
Play it however you play it, nigga, till I'm through playin
When I send them Shiners through, turn your shit to Shiner land
Life ain't got no proper hand, I won a bluff and went all in
I been locked in, way before the war when it was free Lil Red
When whole crowds would clear soon as they hear Eastside Taliban
Riata ain't have a lot of friends, **** all outsiders, ABM
I made it when they ain't think I can, Unc hit hard out of soda cans
Same nigga who was teaching me how to fix it in case my blower jammed
Same nigga saying different, knowing I delivered it every time I supposed to did
Lawyers and take care of your kids, plus keep up with them bills
That's my version of keepin it real, nigga, not just how I feel
Ain't no speculation bout did you tell, just get that paperwork in
If you don't, I get the hint, but it still hurt my feelings bad
My heart wasn't built to fix a rat, I love the streets too much for that
The streets don't ever die, long as I'm alive, I'm gon bring it back
That street shit, that up-for-life, don't-squash-my-beef shit
That New Year, new car, jewelry, same me shit
And I ain't hurt, I ain't even worried, I ain't see shit
The uptown out to Newburg, yeah, I seen shit
The streets, the streets, the mutha****in streets
A lot of niggas hate you, but them niggas ain't me
The streets, the streets, the mutha****in streets
A lot of niggas hate you, but them niggas ain't me