YG'Z - Street Nigga lyrics

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[Samples from The Ohio Players "What's Goin' On"]

"Why do you hurt me..."

"I Don't Wanna..."

[Verse 1: Kenny Austin]

Straight uptown from money earnin' Mow-Vee

I carry my tech nine, and troop with the YG'z

So when beef comes, I'm ready for war

I put a slug in my nigga and I settle the score

Like a tic for a tac, my gat bust the most caps

Killin' muthafuckaz, Leave 'em dead with the alley cats

You feel brave digga, Grave nigga, That's where you goin' fagat

Your bodies bein' smothered with magats

Pump nigga shouldn't act up, Don't even floss ruff

I'll beat you till you black as a cocoa puff

Muthafucka I'm as real as they come

Buckin' muthafuckaz is a game we play for fun

Gettin' wreck wit a tech, Shakin' niggaz knecks

Blood drippin' so bad from a cold kneck

What you figure when you livin' by the trigger

That's how it is when your fuckin' wit a Street Nigga

[Hook: Pete Rock and DJ Premier]

Do or Die Nigga, Do or Die

Do or Die Nigga, Do or Die

Do or Die Nigga, Do or Die

Do or Die Nigga, Do or Die

[Repeat]

[Verse 2: Tommy Guest]

I'm a street nigga, You wanna know why

Cause I could give a fuck whether you or me die

Bitch ass niggaz better back up wit da quickness

Play me the wrong way, I'll kill you like a sickness

Street Nigga to the baddest, My pants is saggin'

I'm down to catch a midnight Dragon

Jus coolin' on the block so my glock'll pop

More niggaz in the head, Even fuckin' cops

I got soldiers, .45 pistol holders

Stick up kids, and some doin' state biz

But fuck that, back to the subject

34th street, The whole fuckin' YGz

Get fast doe, Fuckin' wit mud hoes

Damn the Principle of my school, And his honor roles

I'ma street kid, So I got street smarts

Gettin' my A's and B's while troopin' on the sidewalk

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kenny Austin]

Seperated on one side, So we can just smoke each other

Fuck a brother love for one another

I gotta survive, Playin' the street game

Splatter some fuckin' brains, And sellin' some cocaine

A savage rate, Indeed harsh

Hustle to get far, The devil got our minds all brain washed

So for Bates, Listen to the crackers and turf snakes

And all there are is coffee and cupcakes

He's no longer a street nigga, But a confined nigga

Sittin' in a cell doin' time nigga

Rich fucks don't realize, Packed and civilized

I'd love to see the tears in Trump's eyes

When his mother was mugged, Shit was bugged

And he thought it would be me speakin' to the judge

But he was wrong it was one of his own kind

A street nigga ain't hard to find

[Hook]