"People In The Streets" lyrics
(feat. Young Buck)
Coop, take off on 'em
People in the streets
Pe-people in the streets
They don't wanna stay here
They don't wanna stay here
They don't, they don't
Pe-people in the streets
Pe-people in the streets
They don't wanna stay here (I don't)
They don't wanna stay here (Uh)
They don't, they don't, they don't
I'm tryna clear my mind, I'm at the airport
I ain't scared, but some paranoia can't compare for
Therefore, my strap heavy and I sleep light
Way outta town, still think I see the fights
Got pulled over same day I bought the coupe
On my way to cop a half an ounce of exotic fruits
Came a long way from dime bags with my college crew
Make a killin' off what's in my trunk, yeah, break the rules
(Trash [?]) Yeah, they the truth
We could teach you how to stunt and weigh it too
How I'm supposed to tell my lil' cousin stay in school?
When he think everything a nigga say is cool? (Lito)
You think it's all glamour? Baby, fool
I sleep wit' a hammer, I had to spray it too
Hates to do it, but in the process, I made the news
I say they got a place for you if you don't play by rule
Yeah, other day, we makin' major moves (Yeah)
I ain't got no patience [?] day or two
Don't wanna play it cool, so I'm on the way to you
You find one, I front one, my niggas save for two
People in the streets (Lito, Lito)
Pe-people in the streets
They don't wanna stay here (Yeah, step this shit up, man)
They don't wanna stay here (And grind hard)
They don't, they don't
Pe-people in the streets
Pe-people in the streets
They don't wanna stay here
They don't wanna stay here
They don't, they don't, they don't (Yeah)
My uncle on his deathbed, he a methhead
He left dead and his son just left the feds
I'm in my lack when niggas did just jack
Wit' a MAC, thirty grams of Kush and a snow pack (Where that money at?)
A birdman wit' a mask on (Yeah)
Fuck a bitch when the cash gone, hoes don't last long
We did it all for that Panamera
Till a nigga put a hole in your new era (Baow, baow)
Never seen so many dope boy niggas in my life
Won't cosign none of these dope boys on this mic (Ah)
Your price right, but your song wrong
The nigga you rappin' about, that's the song he belong on (Hey)
A facial tat can't erase yo' stats
If you a bitch right now, you been a bitch way back
Look at me, I got platinum plaques and still baggin' sacks
Close your eyes and just imagine that
Now open 'em up and look at where I'm at
Not too far from the top and not too close to the back
A young soldier that's been through the foreclosure
Now I'm 'bout to have some land and a bulldozer
Let the king speak, Buck
People in the streets
Pe-people in the streets
They don't wanna stay here
They don't wanna stay here
They don't, they don't
Pe-people in the streets
Pe-people in the streets
They don't wanna stay here
They don't wanna stay here
They don't, they don't, they don't
People in the streets
Pe-people in the streets
They don't wanna stay here
They don't wanna stay here
They don't, they don't
Pe-people in the streets
Pe-people in the streets
They don't wanna stay here (I don't)
They don't wanna stay here (Uh)
They don't, they don't, they don't
I'm tryna clear my mind, I'm at the airport
I ain't scared, but some paranoia can't compare for
Therefore, my strap heavy and I sleep light
Way outta town, still think I see the fights
Got pulled over same day I bought the coupe
On my way to cop a half an ounce of exotic fruits
Came a long way from dime bags with my college crew
Make a killin' off what's in my trunk, yeah, break the rules
(Trash [?]) Yeah, they the truth
We could teach you how to stunt and weigh it too
How I'm supposed to tell my lil' cousin stay in school?
When he think everything a nigga say is cool? (Lito)
You think it's all glamour? Baby, fool
I sleep wit' a hammer, I had to spray it too
Hates to do it, but in the process, I made the news
I say they got a place for you if you don't play by rule
Yeah, other day, we makin' major moves (Yeah)
I ain't got no patience [?] day or two
Don't wanna play it cool, so I'm on the way to you
You find one, I front one, my niggas save for two
People in the streets (Lito, Lito)
Pe-people in the streets
They don't wanna stay here (Yeah, step this shit up, man)
They don't wanna stay here (And grind hard)
They don't, they don't
Pe-people in the streets
Pe-people in the streets
They don't wanna stay here
They don't wanna stay here
They don't, they don't, they don't (Yeah)
My uncle on his deathbed, he a methhead
He left dead and his son just left the feds
I'm in my lack when niggas did just jack
Wit' a MAC, thirty grams of Kush and a snow pack (Where that money at?)
A birdman wit' a mask on (Yeah)
Fuck a bitch when the cash gone, hoes don't last long
We did it all for that Panamera
Till a nigga put a hole in your new era (Baow, baow)
Never seen so many dope boy niggas in my life
Won't cosign none of these dope boys on this mic (Ah)
Your price right, but your song wrong
The nigga you rappin' about, that's the song he belong on (Hey)
A facial tat can't erase yo' stats
If you a bitch right now, you been a bitch way back
Look at me, I got platinum plaques and still baggin' sacks
Close your eyes and just imagine that
Now open 'em up and look at where I'm at
Not too far from the top and not too close to the back
A young soldier that's been through the foreclosure
Now I'm 'bout to have some land and a bulldozer
Let the king speak, Buck
People in the streets
Pe-people in the streets
They don't wanna stay here
They don't wanna stay here
They don't, they don't
Pe-people in the streets
Pe-people in the streets
They don't wanna stay here
They don't wanna stay here
They don't, they don't, they don't
