EA$Y MONEY - For The Streets lyrics
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But all my people want something for the streets
Want something for the streets
My real ones salute me
Want something for the streets
Want something for the streets
Real ones tryin’ to keep hip-hop in no order
Get knocked with order
Do a big novel reporter
Welcome to pigs not at order
Pimps poppin’ order
This is not for commercializing
You know that I really like gangstas
But you’re really terrified
With streets certified like your death certificate
With the haze with blood, not sterilized
Say once and stop their trunks
With the birds and ride
You might have heard of my team as a show-off clip
We load our clips and roll our shit
We are so on it
We stay close for one pick
We do it for the troubled kids
I took her from the streets to the movies now
But all my people really want something for the streets
Want something for the streets
That ST shit show you heard
Want something for the streets
Want something for the streets
Want something
This is for the legit
Throw some spit
Bitch your shit is cut up for the words that your lips utter
I really bag your bitches, smash
I really make them count
You better live with the most savage spitters
My caliber can rip that bitch
We live for rap and for fashion
Come through, ______ explodin’
Kind of like we all suck and candle pin blowing
Cameras kick forward
They ain’t trying to see this
Niggaz killin’ them, it’s 7 dollars each
Repeat this like it’s 40 miles
All my people really want something for the streets
Want something for the streets
Want something for the streets
Want something for the streets
Want something for the streets
The drunk can’t mix with the simple combination
Tell me the top 5 hot kissin’, not the hatin’
A new Jack Lenino said cancel that bitch
Handle on the manual in case the family wanna flip-flap
Replay, put the work up
Rise guys , kissin’ chicks
Kissin’ chicks like lady look
These crazy fucks will murder you for any ass
Are you ready for the normal?
All I can say is shit
Don’t misunderstand him when he says he picks the razor up
Got a gun named Nina when I raise her up
Pale off but you better do the night
The words booky like you said it ‘s worth the flight
Not for the body
Better do it
I can’t believe that
He better do life
I burry all when I’m spitting
And take flight
The only thing I carry on is tradition
Listen
Want something for the streets
Want something for the streets
Want something for the streets
