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yg'z - street nigga (pete rock remix) lyrics
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[verse 1: kenny austin]
straight uptown, the money earned in mount v
i carry my tech nine, and troop with the yg’z
so when beef comes, i’m ready for war
put a slug in my n_gga and i settle the score
like a tic for a tac, my gat bust the most caps
k!llin’ motherf_ckers, leave ’em dead with the alley cats
you feel brave dig a grave n_gga
that’s where you goin’ f_ggot
bodies bein’ smothered with maggots
punk n_gga shouldn’t act tough, not even flex rough
i’ll beat you till you black as a cocoa puff
m_th_f_cka i’m as real as they come
so, buckin’ motherf_ckers is a game wе’ll play for fun
gettin’ wrecked wit a tеch, shakin’ n_ggas knecks wet
blood drippin’ so bad, like a cortex
what you figure when you livin’ by the trigger
that’s how it is when your f_ckin’ wit a street n_gga
[hook]
do or die n_gga, do or die
do or die n_gga, do or die
do or die n_gga, do or die
do or die n_gga, do or die
do or die n_gga, do or die
do or die n_gga, do or die
do or die n_gga, do or die
do or die n_gga, do or die
[verse 2: tommy gues]t
i’m a street n_gga, you wanna know why
cause i could give a f_ck whether you or me die
b_tch ass n_ggas better back up with da quickness
play me the wrong way, i’ll k!ll you like a sickness
street n_gga to the baddest, my pants is saggin’
i’m down to catch a midnight dragon
jus coolin’ on the block so my glock’ll pop
more n_ggas in the head, even f_ckin’ cops
i got soldiers, .45 pistol holders
stick up kids, and some doin’ state bids
but f_ck that, back to the subject
3rd and 4th street, the whole f_ckin’ ygz
get fast doe, f_ckin’ wit much hoes
d_mn the principle of school, and his honor role
i’mma street kid, so i got street smarts
gettin’ my a’s and b’s while troopin’ on the sidewalk
[hook]
do or die n_gga, do or die
do or die n_gga, do or die
do or die n_gga, do or die
do or die n_gga, do or die
do or die n_gga, do or die
do or die n_gga, do or die
do or die n_gga, do or die
do or die n_gga, do or die
[verse 3: kenny austin]
separated on one side, so we can just smoke each other
f_ck a brother love for one another
i gotta survive, playin’ the street game
splattering f_ckin’ brains, and sellin’ some cocaine
a savage rate, indeed harsh
hustle to get far, the devil got our minds all brainwashed
some fall bait, listen to the crackers and turf snake
and all it took was coffee and cupcakes
he’s no longer a street n_gga, but a confined n_gga
a sittin’ in a cell doin’ time n_gga
rich f_cks don’t realize, acting civilized
i’d love to see the tears in trump’s eyes
when his mother was mugged, sh_t was bugged
and he thought it would be me speakin’ to the judge
but he was wrong it was one of his own kind
a street n_gga ain’t hard to find
[hook]
do or die n_gga, do or die
do or die n_gga, do or die
do or die n_gga, do or die
do or die n_gga, do or die
do or die n_gga, do or die
do or die n_gga, do or die
do or die n_gga, do or die
do or die n_gga, do or die
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