Tytuł: Living n' tha streets

• Wykonawca: MC Eiht
• Wyświetleń: 200

  
   Gyeah Gyeah Gyeah
  Its goin out to all them G`s
  To all them thug niggas still in the pen
  All my homiez in YA and shit
  Still in the struggle
  For all them thug niggas out there representin hoo bangin to the fullest
  What all you motherfuckers gon do
  Check me out
  
  [ VERSE 1 ]
  What you motherfuckers gon throw up
  What you motherfuckers gon do
  Get your ass sow up
  When I blast the 22
  Player times is ill
  Half of you niggas be wishin rhymes can kill
  Hoo bangin who claimin the same hood as me
  I guarantee them motherfucker ain`t as good as me
  I'm takin chances when givin circumstancers the deal with
  Got a brand new Gat from my homiez so I can kill with
  17 shots makin 17 niggas drop
  Now its 13 ammalances headin to the circle spot
  To some of them niggas sleepin like toxic ways
  It will be a closed casket cause I blast to the face
  They got a taste of my heater
  Hoppin cisalin like cup of heater
  The only way that a nigga coulde be tha
  Its the be fastest a fuckin sheeter
  
  [ CHORUS ]
  I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
  Gyeah
  I said bangin in the CPT
  
  [ VERSE 2 ]
  I sit back and reminisce about the days of old
  As I crack the OGO watchin my platinum vote
  First rule I always had to roll with heat
  Cause its a cold cruel world with some stonecold streets
  Which block you set trippin happy
  Wrong shit out of their teeth catch the reef
  No sorrow cause it might be me dead tomorrow
  So ya'll see the hollow its the cold I follow
  I really miss my G that got shot last year
  So I shead a tear and pour out a little beer
  Now look at how the enemies made me I'm crazy
  Disguise is hazy from your shoulders you can't face me
  I blaze up the blunt start to talk up Gyeah
  All the points for the hood I don't chalked a Gyeah
  Cause I ain't got nothin to loose
  I'm yellin WEST you bitch as I serve you fools
  Come on
  
  [ CHORUS ]
  I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
  Uhh
  I said bangin in the CPT
  Gyeah
  Uhh
  I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
  Uhh
  I said bangin in the CPT
  Come on check me out
  
  [ VERSE 3 ]
  I said life ain't nuttin but bitches and money
  Blast get the cash live my life like yummy
  Time to flies when I ride it seems funny
  Make shure I spit the shells deep up in your tummy
  Who got shot on your block the spots hot
  Caps get peeled on your block like tic tac
  No happy days just criminal ways
  And the criminal mind make shure the crime pays
  Who lays deep in the cut I'm givin a fuck
  Cause sometimes I just feel like a nut
  Drove off in the alley so I can hit they gates
  And release the wooden handle 38 with dub take
  They cock the half of my nigga L from Gray
  Chronic got me beepin my chest like them AGE
  Brave ain't the case they gave me was 187
  For sendin niggas to hell and heaven
  
  [ CHORUS ]
  I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
  I said bangin in the CPT
  Gyeah
  Come on
  I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
  Bangin in the I-N-G
  Gyeah
  Come on
  I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
  Bangin in the S.C.
  Gyeah
  I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
  Bangin in the LBC
  Gyeah
  Come on
  Ohhh
  Hoo bangin in the house
  Come on Gyeah
  Hoo bangin in the house
  Come on Gyeah
  Its goin out to all my G's
  Its goin out to all my G's locked down in the pen
  Still on the struggle
  Now the fuck we do it
  Gyeah
  WESTSIDE fo life
  CPT till I die
  Hoo bangin to the fullest
  Gyeah