[Intro]
Yea
Queens
Yo...
[Verse]
Ayo, I remember sleeping in the basement...Next to the roaches
On a matress on the floor, we ain't have nothing at all
Me, my brother and cousin, 'cause the couches was too small
Big facts, backyard party days, no kickbacks
Still I ain't really attend them, 'cause I ain't fuck with no friends
And I'm still that way, 'til this day, if I'm with you then you my kin
Shit, I put bread on my nigga Lils' books whenever I'm able
'Cause I'm solid independently, stay away from them labels
Got to take my nigga Von on a flight to Hawaii
We been at this shit for a minute, just tryna get money
Since wе was recording across the street with P.H
Always told my brother, likе "fuck 'em, 'cause we gon' be straight"
Ran up in that bitch and told 'em "Swag is back"
But you ain't hear it, 'cause you know, niggas acted wack
And that track was crack, so was everything else I recorded
"Red Nation", "Facetime", "Bussin' At 'Em", "I'ma Boss", shit
You don't want me keep going, 'cause I could go on for days
I could tell you 'bout when my niggas Reek was beefing with Haze
And that's my fucking guy, so I threw a shot at Cherry
But we ain't on that virgin shit, no time to pop a cherry
And no that's not a diss, so stop the shit
I'm just tryna spit some knowledge and acknowledge the obvious
My rhymes should be common sense, but I could make it rocket science
Which nigga got the block as live as I did? In that "I'ma Boss" vid
No one of course, shit, ran it like water out of a faucet
And never tried to force it, so they had to forfeit
I'll never sell my soul, give a fuck what the cost is
Don't tell me none of your offers, offices call, I dodge it
If officers run up on us, I'm off the scene quick
Go 'head and ask the neighbors, they'll tell you that they ain't seen shit
That's how it go on the twelve
Somebody 'bout to fight, niggas like, "go to 112!"
Had to scrap for my brother, can't let him go take an L
He a little younger, older niggas know, but oh well
It's a Southside thing, don't nobody care, we all heartless
Still free Lils, and I'm off this
[Hook]
That's the streets for you though
That's the streets for you though
Grimey shit, niggas'll line your bitch
And leave your whole family in the streets for your dough
That's the streets for you though
That's the streets for you though
Grimey shit, niggas'll line your bitch
And leave your whole family in the streets for your dough
Yea
Queens
Yo...
[Verse]
Ayo, I remember sleeping in the basement...Next to the roaches
On a matress on the floor, we ain't have nothing at all
Me, my brother and cousin, 'cause the couches was too small
Big facts, backyard party days, no kickbacks
Still I ain't really attend them, 'cause I ain't fuck with no friends
And I'm still that way, 'til this day, if I'm with you then you my kin
Shit, I put bread on my nigga Lils' books whenever I'm able
'Cause I'm solid independently, stay away from them labels
Got to take my nigga Von on a flight to Hawaii
We been at this shit for a minute, just tryna get money
Since wе was recording across the street with P.H
Always told my brother, likе "fuck 'em, 'cause we gon' be straight"
Ran up in that bitch and told 'em "Swag is back"
But you ain't hear it, 'cause you know, niggas acted wack
And that track was crack, so was everything else I recorded
"Red Nation", "Facetime", "Bussin' At 'Em", "I'ma Boss", shit
You don't want me keep going, 'cause I could go on for days
I could tell you 'bout when my niggas Reek was beefing with Haze
And that's my fucking guy, so I threw a shot at Cherry
But we ain't on that virgin shit, no time to pop a cherry
And no that's not a diss, so stop the shit
I'm just tryna spit some knowledge and acknowledge the obvious
My rhymes should be common sense, but I could make it rocket science
Which nigga got the block as live as I did? In that "I'ma Boss" vid
No one of course, shit, ran it like water out of a faucet
And never tried to force it, so they had to forfeit
I'll never sell my soul, give a fuck what the cost is
Don't tell me none of your offers, offices call, I dodge it
If officers run up on us, I'm off the scene quick
Go 'head and ask the neighbors, they'll tell you that they ain't seen shit
That's how it go on the twelve
Somebody 'bout to fight, niggas like, "go to 112!"
Had to scrap for my brother, can't let him go take an L
He a little younger, older niggas know, but oh well
It's a Southside thing, don't nobody care, we all heartless
Still free Lils, and I'm off this
[Hook]
That's the streets for you though
That's the streets for you though
Grimey shit, niggas'll line your bitch
And leave your whole family in the streets for your dough
That's the streets for you though
That's the streets for you though
Grimey shit, niggas'll line your bitch
And leave your whole family in the streets for your dough
( Crock Taylor )
www.ChordsAZ.com