"Street Nigga" lyrics
"Street Nigga"
(feat. T.I)
Waaaaah
Yeah, what's here, man
This lil' B.Gizzle (Oh yeah)
Your number one original Hot Boy
And I'm makin' it official, like a referee with a whistle
So I went all the to the trap in the ATL
To holla at T.I., you know how I'm sayin, to see how they do it
'Cause I know how we do it in the hood in the N.O
It's street, it's real street
I been a street nigga my whole life, I was raised in 'em
Wild out, flighted for nights and days in 'em
Nigga, I played in 'em, I toted K's in 'em
In seventh grade I start tryna get paid in 'em
If you ain't real, you ain't gon' be safe in 'em
Bitch niggas get jacked, and they hoe'll get raped with 'em
I done saw jiggas get stabbed and shot dead in 'em
No reffing, I bust my share of heads in 'em (Leave 'em)
Caught niggas down bad, and bust led in 'em
The streets gettin flakey, 'cause now the feds in 'em
Puttin' pressure on busters, gettin' info from 'em
Niggas tellin' it all, when it's comin', and who front 'em
Damn that's fucked up, the streets done changed
These bitch niggas straight poisoning the game
But Gizzle can't change, the streets, that's me
I live and die by the street rules, 'cause I'm a G
I'm street nigga, a street nigga
That's what I been, and that's what I'm gon' be, nigga
I'm street nigga, a straight street nigga
I was taught, if I'ma play it, play it like a G, nigga
I'm street nigga, a street nigga
That's what I been, and that's what I'm gon' be, nigga
I'm street nigga, a straight street nigga
I was taught, if I'ma play it, play it like a G, nigga
[?] as thorough as they come, was raised in the gutters and the slum
Known as the number runner's son
And the dopeman nephew, who uncle on the run
The candy lady grand-baby, hustle for the funds
And the yay was sold daily, from the dust to crumb
Like Eazy in the eighties, nigga stayed in the sun
I swore I'd never run, so I stayed with a gun
I kept my lil' three-eighty, we can blaze til the sun
[?], play my cards how it come
I'ma stand like a man til it's all said and done
And that's even if they run, niggas
'Cause I know I run with a clique of wild misguided underprivileged young niggas
Give a fuck who you is, or where you from, nigga
You can get it, we takin over the city
I was raised in the belly of the beast, to say the least
My role model was doin' time, so I learned from the streets
I'm street nigga, a street nigga
That's what I been, and that's what I'm gon' be, nigga
I'm street nigga, a straight street nigga
I was taught, if I'ma play it, play it like a G, nigga
I'm street nigga, a street nigga
That's what I been, and that's what I'm gon' be, nigga
I'm street nigga, a straight street nigga
I was taught, if I'ma play it, play it like a G, nigga
I keep it ghetto, keep it hood, keep it street
Anywhere in New Orleans, they could vouch for me
I done snaked a few bitches, bat a few niggas
Post up 'round the club, and jacked a few niggas
I done been doin' bad and asked a few niggas
To front me somethin', they tryed to tax a lil' nigga
That's why I sell raps, get on tracks with a nigga
'Cause fuckin' with this crack, I'll put that mac on a nigga
The same niggas used to slang crack to the dealers
We don't just rap, we spit facts, you can feel us
Come to the A, you can ask, I'm the realest
And pussy niggas hatin', you should actually kill it
I got this chopper filled to brim, I'm a spin it
All on your jeans, and ya hoodie, and ya fitted
Your size not a factor, and I'm not a actor
And I ain't into death threats, I'm just gettin' at ya
I'm street nigga, a street nigga
That's what I been, and that's what I'm gon' be, nigga
I'm street nigga, a straight street nigga
I was taught, if I'ma play it, play it like a G, nigga
I'm street nigga, a street nigga
That's what I been, and that's what I'm gon' be, nigga
I'm street nigga, a straight street nigga
I was taught, if I'ma play it, play it like a G, nigga
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album:
"Life After Cash Money" (2004)
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