Oh you gonna be trippin' bout this busta $$# ^!$$%

[Verse 1]

When he was on the streets he used to jack ^!$$%s
Ran around the project toting the mac ^!$$%
He had ^!$$%s tip had em breaking him off

He had ^!$$%s clearing the block when it got dark
Now everybody thought that this ^!$$% was real
But anybody holding a gun can kill

If ^!$$%s was on the block they ran when he came
He used to walk on the set and rob the dice game
This ^!$$% was a dog out here in that world

Now he got to the pen and turned the girl
He walking like a (*##$ this ^!$$% here twistin'
The (*##$ even sittin' down now when he pissin'

He hugged up with a man on the wall tongue kissin'
He family $#&@ed up they don't even go visit
Now that's the difference between jail and the streets

With a gun you a killa
Without it you're a thrilla


[Chorus]
When you was on the streets you was a solja
And then you got $#&@ed when you went to Angola

You hit the $#&@ing wall with all that mouthin' off
And then you showed fear when you got round them big dogs


When you was on the streets you was a solja
And got turned out when you went to Angola
You hit the $#&@ing wall with all that mouthin' off

And showed your true colors when you got round them big dogs

[Verse 2]

This ^!$$% used to catch ballas slippin' and jack em
This ^!$$% used to catch bad (*##$es and mack em
He used to serve ^!$$%s work out of town and tax em

He used to take his walk up on ^!$$%s and wack em
This ^!$$% here name used to carry weight
^!$$% passed with they head down couldn't look in his face

This ^!$$% used to act a fool with a 4 4
Now he in the pen getting' shot in his go go
I had a feeling without that strap he was a hoe

Now it came out he done got that lifetime joe
Damn that's somethin' ^!$$%s is a trip
They don't open they lip if they ain't got a full clip

%#@! never changed doing the same thang
On the streets ya bout it
In that place you're a jing-a-ling

With a gat you a man nowadays your with out it
You needed to be bout it
Cause you soft than soap powder


[Chorus]


[Verse 3]
When you walking up the street with that heat ya creepin'
When you walking down the walk that pink ya sweppin'

When ya standin' over a ^!$$% with that k you a dog
When you getting' that dick from the back you're a broad
you was a man puttin' ^!$$%s under white sheets

now that g-string up your $$# you the beauty of the week
^!$$% told ya that out that here doing that crime
take it like a man you get popped then you get that time

you sayin' that you cool and you can handle it
before you got upstate you barely ate in the parish
you ain't got a gun now ain't even got a knife

You had two charges whodi $#&@ a fight
You can't take a $$# whooping ya weaker than weak
Now ya getting your $$# rubbed down with grease

You're a clown nobody feels sorry on the block
Ya got get it how ya live in that cell block


[Chorus]

When you was on the streets you was a solja

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