STREETLIFE - Not Jus Hip Hop lyrics
rate meNot Jus Hip Hop / Streetlife[Intro: Method Man]Ah, haha, back againFuck that, I got an ounce of weed and problems, niggaGet this shit off my chest one time, come onI spit a special like a .38 special, niggaWord up, man, I don't need to perpetrate to ya lameFuck that, I'mma let the name speak for itself, yoLet's do it[Method Man]Yo, boss talk, I stay on my grizz, stating my bizI ain't, playing with this, they better stay in they cribsWhen this grown man is speaking on his, ya'll live to eatI'm eating to live, ain't none of my mines is eating the pigYa'll see it is, just what it is, how soon some people quick to forgetWho was the first man to spit it with B.I.G.See me leaning with this brick in my handBut if you see them Loose Linx, some lucky fan gon' lose they link in this jamGot this half of bag of stink in my pants, and first brother that frontIs gon' get checked, like the first of the monthI don't speak Dutch, but I'm certainly bluntI'm not the type of person to punk, so bump what you personally thumpI let you know just how it is from the jump, music be getting me pumpedWithout the gimmicks or publicity stunts, uh-huhI live this life not, giving a fuckYou either getting it or giving it up, nigga[Streetlife]I got blood vessels in my eyes, feel my temperature riseI might die tonight, it's not surpriseI got a million ways to get rich, and I'm broke as shitThat's why I keeps a full clip on the hipNon descript niggas get got, fuck hip-hopHad niggas running, hopping out they flip flipsWhen opportunity presents itselfI represent myself, do my dirt for delfNo need for assistance, my basic instintsReact on impulse, keep your distanceConfront all end jokes, don't direspect meKeep my name out your mouth, speak indirectlyIf you owe dough, come correctly, no shorts, no excusesDon't make my net's exclusiveI do this for the love of the music, please don't confuse itLike I won't black out and lose it, stupid[Chorus: La Banga]We do this for cities, with every major hood blockThese niggas on this, ain't all about just hip hopKeep running your mouth like you wont get your shit rockedIf you see that thing cock, you might see the thing pop[Carlton Fisk]The rumor was Carlton Fisk was out to lunchI'm in the booth, one to two takes, without the punchYou can find me where the Predators hunt, I put the peddle to the metalAnd the metal to a head of a chumpYou can try me, see how swift it'll come, keep a out of town, hood richSomething nice, getting the onesGot her own whip, woodgrip, interior plushDid a bid, the first day home, remembered the rushNow I'm thinking life's a bitch, but I'm living with herEnough is enough, seek a beat, call it a touchIt's a big world, in one way, it's small as a fuckIf you snitch, for you a thousand deaths is never enoughAnd I call it how I see it, it's well, but I'd rather seeThese shells hit your body up and see you in hellWas my main nigga til you lied to save yourselfWatch them other homies gon' have to die in jail[La Banga]Yo, who suppose to stop La Banga from catching his wreckEspecially if he's the recipient seeing the checkYo, I be open as a nigga in danger, leaving his neckUnprotected, keep it protected, Im fiending for wreckMy ambition got me more than just prep, I feel it more and no lessI'm head strong, big ego, hate stress, but love itBecause it pushes the best, fuck defeatWhy accept what happens in rap, if I won in the streetsWe love it, we hug it, sometimes, it don't hug us backWe absorb all the bullshit, but dish it all backLike a pimp, in minister slacks, the flow is like a pace of crackWhen I'm stamping the track, putting in workSome are gangs, some will remain, and some gon' be hurtI'm trying to flow, constant as water, while splashing a verseThe impact is like a slug, when it pass through your shirtThat's what it is, it's only balance and preservation is first[Chorus]
