"Streets Ain't The Same No More" lyrics

Huh, yeah
(Is that Blaze on the chords?)

Streets ain't the same no more (Ooh-wee, ooh-wee)
Lil' bro a dope fiend, got caught snitchin', he don't wanna feel the pain no more (No pain)
Tryna fit in, got hit with that switch, now he don't wanna bang no more (Okay)
He don't wanna claim no more (Ooh-wee)
Streets ain't the same no more (Huh)
Nowadays the gangsters is really the women and most of these niggas is bitches (Ain't gangsters)
OG's is talkin', but nobody listen, these YN's be dumb as a biscuit (A biscuit)
Work for your money, provide for your children, the ghetto'll respect you a million (No way)
Nope, that ain't a thing no more (No way)
Streets ain't the same no more

Lil' blood got hit with that .40 on Cullen, he just couldn't stay out the way (Mhm)
Nowadays you barely see slabs on a Sunday, police is too hot on the K (Mhm)
Baby, they used to be down when them cops came around, shit start fading away (Okay)
Criminals used to be silent on cases, but now they got somethin' to say (Now they snitchin')
No way, swear this is on the twilight (Yeah)
How you got a queen for a mother, workin' hard in the gutter, and you treat her like termite? (Yeah)
How you see a mother in the hood on the wood on a hot summer day, bringin' no ice? (Yeah)
Can't split a dollar for a cold Sprite (Ooh-wee), and wonder why your karma don't go right (Mmm)
Ooh-wee, yeah, mm

Streets ain't the same no more (Ooh-wee) (Mhm)
Lil' bro a dope fiend, got caught snitchin', he don't wanna feel the pain no more (Mhm)
Tryna fit in, got hit with that switch, now he don't wanna bang no more (Ooh-wee)
He don't wanna claim no more (Ooh-wee) (Mhm)
Streets ain't the same no more
Nowadays the gangsters is really the women and most of these niggas is bitches (They bitches)
OG's is talkin', but nobody listen, these YN's be dumb as a biscuit (A biscuit)
Work for your money, provide for your children, the ghetto'll respect you a million (No way)
Nope, that ain't a thing no more (No way)
Streets ain't the same no more

How many niggas get rich and go back to they hood or they block that they love? (How many?)
How many ballers get on and invest in they people instead of the club? (How many?)
How many players got out of the game for that girl, but it wasn't enough? (It wasn't)
She think the new dude is treatin' her better, but really he just want to fuck (Right now)
Just like that, he get tired of that cat, now she see her new lion a cheetah (He got you)
Stupid-ass nigga had a down-ass bitch, nose too high, can't see a keeper (He lost you)
Never backdoor no hoe on the bro, nowadays they the first one to freak 'em (No way)
Pillow-talkin' shooter for the coochie, you fruity-ass nigga ain't too much weaker (Pussy)
Yeah (Yeah)
Ooh-wee

Streets ain't the same no more (Ooh-wee)
Lil' bro a dope fiend, got caught snitchin', he don't wanna feel the pain no more (No pain)
Tryna fit in, got hit with that switch, now he don't wanna bang no more (Mm)
He don't wanna claim no more (Ooh-wee)
Streets ain't the same no more
Nowadays the gangsters is really the women and most of these niggas is bitches (They bitches)
OG's is talkin', but nobody listen, these YN's be dumb as a biscuit (A biscuit)
Work for your money, provide for your children, the ghetto'll respect you a million (No way)
Nope, that ain't a thing no more (No way)
Streets ain't the same no more

Yeah
Ooh-wee, ooh-wee
Yeah, ooh-wee