DR. AMA - Keep It In Da Street lyrics

rate me

This for all the gangstas, hustlers, liars and the cheats

Killas on the block, twisting up with the heat

For all those who cop coke and got beat

First rule to the game (keep it in the streets)

Blackk Starr, a.k.a C-K-K-K

I've been doing this since Shaft days of black spades

Where that trey eight, poppa recline ya mindstate

For that big eight, about face, open a safe

No cat or mouse chase, leave not a trace, two from the chrome

Bad on the dome, rip out the phone, grabbing her dope

For the heater flow, no one to know, this is between us

Team what, think I'm locked up, still getting swoll up

Patrol what, things done change, since I've popped up

You owe what? I'm a jooks that, burn that shit up

Your girl bitch, that bitch shacked up, dick in the guts

Ride the buck, reverse cow girl, gargling super nuts

Smoking shit, that'll creep up on ya

Like Sisqo, make you keep your heat up on ya

Won't miss ya, when I cock and blam ten on ya

I told ya on ya, like sket Kelly and be called a sipper

Hot melo, skept caught on my liver

Expose the pussy, getting paper and air triggers

I'm official, my verbal four-four blow missiles

Niggas sound like white record bitches on instrumentals

Check my credentials, see while you bitch niggas were poppin' pimples

I was, poppin' at niggas with them nickel plated pistols

Owning bread in the streets, whole different effort

We play for keeps (the code) best respect it

First of all, I thirst to brawl, I'm the first to call

Ted Bundy and Gacy can't face me, I'm the worst of all

Niggas can't see me, they like Stevie with shades on

Gay like Trey Songz in the gray thing

Pussies catnap, ignore the fact that I'm napalm

Thugs hunt, dogs cuddle under these nuts to stay warm

I'm hot, Dr. Ama, no stranger to drama

Go to war with Osama with a rusty old llama

Tell ya man, I'm more dangerous than the Taliban

Sell these units quick, even quicker to sell a gram

Feds keep my name in them telegrams, tellin' scrams

To snitch on me, send his bitch on me, to make 'em switch on me

Counterfeit clowns, more fake than funny money

Cock the four pounds, scrape son, take off your sunny honey

Deadly Rhyme Alter Man's Attitude, suck a fifth of Absolut

Chase that with 99 bananas, face facts I'm bananas

Stay strapped with 99 hammers a nine for each of your 99 bammers

This Young Goon, don't watch no cartoons

I'm on blocks with gwop, exchanging shots with the cops

Operation get money, listen homey, don't be no dummy

Little nigga, you can move these bricks for me

Fuck being up in some bitch tummy, let them hoes know

It's about the dough but you can suck the dick, honey

Ain't got no time to waste, on grind

Got grams to erase, mad paper to chase

Here one's fact you should face

While G down to catch a drug case, got mad slugs to face

Jealous niggas try to stop a nigga from eating

Cock the hammer, pop 'em, drop 'em, leave 'em dead leaking

My dude, beware of that slick who, trynna have 'em seed

Always talking how she need the dick more

Suck a nigga off til her lips sore, jaw tight

She get tight, ask her how much she sucking dick for

Born poor, but got plans to die rich, you can talk to the cops

But I'm a pop off and watch you die, snitch

If your bitch fucking with your head, slap that ass

If a nigga plotting on your bread, clap that ass

Jealous niggas wanna see you dead, blast that ass

This for niggas snitching, to the feds, blast that ass, I'm out