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Big Love
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My Niggaz Run Da Streets
My Niggaz Run Da Streets
(Chorus) My niggaz run da streets, this how the real walk We hustle just to eat, miss me with that gangsta talk My niggaz keep it bloody, dro lit, cups muddy Fuck what you claimin' man this shit about to get ugly
(1st Verse) You claim Studewood, I rep Studewood Listen closely Imma spit it so it's understood I am da hood; I was born up in Northtown Across from Wayne Jones right before they tore em down I started small time dope game cocaine Pushin' rocks on dat Whitney off of North Main Me and Damien Gentry now he in the penitentiary We was playing with that hard back in elementary And fuck a role model thuggin' out here every since I was lookin' up to Bucky, Earl, Nat and Vince Where you was homey, tell me where yo gangstas be? You niggaz talkin' loud and know the crowd gon follow me I been a G and on t.v. so we can set it straight How you gon hate the one who titled Studewood the 8 I'm like yo idol, I already got a Lil E Fuck behind me all you want you'll never be me
(Chorus) My niggaz run da streets, this how the real walk We hustle just to eat, miss me with that gangsta talk My niggaz keep it bloody, dro lit, cups muddy Fuck what you claimin' man this shit about to get ugly
(2nd Verse) You niggaz misdemeanor and I ain't talkin' missy I scawbled niggaz in yo click yall niggaz sissys You talk tough homey but where yo killaz at? I slapped da shit out yo patna yall remember dat I saw da bitch up in em when I looked into his eyes Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com If you really gangsta why da fuck apologize? Talk shit on one of mine I bury two of yours Imma Studewood Pit yall niggaz kurs 43rd don raise me a bunch of bullets graze me Since I don't hesitate to pull it people say I'm crazy I gotta lot of sense I mean a lotta of dollaz I got respect from my connects u know I pop collaz You gotta label now and thankin' you on blast nigga Somethin' stankin' it's yo artist yeah they trash nigga I know you see us on them inches and them 84's Boy you don't want it with them Pimp Click assholes
(Chorus) My niggaz run da streets, this how the real walk We hustle just to eat, miss me with that gangsta talk My niggaz keep it bloody, dro lit, cups muddy Fuck what you claimin' man this shit about to get ugly
(3rd Verse) I fuck with Rap-A-Lot but got my own Mob They head bussin' no discussin' when they on the job I call em Pimp Click cause they smash ho'z Don't need a lawyer mf cause the case closed Expose da bitch up in ya so theres no more pretendin' I'm corner bendin' you can miss me with dat slug sendin' I'm splendid with da rap boy I'm a major factor Back to the drawing board for all you independent actors. My niggaz paper stackers yall better learn Are fuck around and get served 3rd degree burns So nigga bust da blunt and busta hold yo cup You'll get your turn when I'm 100 I might hang it up Till then I po it up and spit it out on ho'z I'm a professional get money for my stage shows You niggaz oughta quit went bought a gangsta kit Added frames and a Tee but I can spot a bitch
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