Eve - Thug In The Street lyrics

rate me

I be the D-R-A-G dash ya niggas foot slim

cuz bullets make your feet fast

we throw babies in the trash

Drag don't play with little gats

crib like McDonalds nuttin but Big Macs

and quarter pounds

bitch place your order now stay in line

I only fuck with broke niggas

that stright depend on crime

you straight pussy so fuck your ass cap

cuz in jail they'll put your cap where

your ass at you ass black

projects thats where Drag at

yea ya got heart

but if I don't got my gun

thats where ya gonna get stabbed at

boy as a young I never grabbed that toy

Drag was taught to grab that and ask

"where the cash at"

you think we shoot his pocket sides

deuce decuce and 25's

you ain't takin' em' nigga

you threatenin' lives

I ain't frontin motherfucker

I don't shoot no legs

I'm tryna see if your brains

really look like eggs

or is it just that commercial

your brain on drugs

now it's a total different look

from these shotgun slugs

to get rich it could take less than two days

I'm like them little beepers

halfs and bullets two-ways

fuck vests my shit go throught toupèès

I'ma thug in New York

and when I'm on your set

we the apartment where they filmed

good times at

bitch what the fuck I'ma thug nigga

I'ma thug in da streetz and I know what to do

if you fuckin with me I'ma fuck with you

I don't give a fuck now I'm doing my thing

like a motherfucking dog I'm doing my thang

weight on my back

hate in my heart

blood in my eye

foot on the gas

blunt in my mouth

lovin the ride

hand on the gun

ear to the street

back to the wall

mind on my money while I'm clappin at ya'll

I got niggas in jail

crack in the hood

hustle in south

fiends and customers

that run in your house

I got family ties

I'm handy with knives

I live my life in the ghetto

nose candy and nines

I'm deeper than most

sleep wit it close

wake wit a demon

have visions of the whole

world shaking and screaming

I was born to be a leader

but if the game was dirty

I was born to be a cheater

you talking to me greasy

I was going to get the heater

you tell me what you know about blow

gettin dough and straight warrin' with a meaner

frontin in a Benz or I was soarin' in a Bima

lyin in the cut

the gun is straight running

like a tire on the trucks

if he is real or a liar

put the plyer to his nuts

or the fire to his guts

cuz niggas is too soft

that heat make niggas cool off

fuck ice I'm tryna cop the crew lofts

So we can be back in effect

I throw the barrel to the back of your neck

and hop back in the vette (corvette)

cuz everybody is a felon with loot

cuz they say rap is like dust

and we the only ones sellin' the juice

I'ma thug in da streetz and I know what to do

if you fuckin with me I'ma fuck with you

I don't give a fuck now I'm doing my thing

like a motherfucking dog I'm doing my thang

bitches is so sick

they throw up

so scared they don't even

come around in places that I show up

go ahead nigga put your dough up

me against who nigga grow up

bitches choke can't even get their flow up

I ain't got no fear bout you bitches in da industry

actin all confused don't know who you supposed to be

chickens lost steady worryin' bout

who's dick is tossed

stop stallin betta get this thing before it's gone

but I ain't mad

cuz I ain't gon' pass it on

callin' askin can you get on my shit

cuz your cash is gone

you won't get no sales off of me

bitch please

pitbull run with dogs

I don't like fleas

I'ma thug in da streetz and I know what to do

if you fuckin with me I'ma fuck with you

I don't give a fuck now I'm doing my thing

like a motherfucking dog I'm doing my thang