F/ P.g., Streets

[P.G.]

Hurry up, let's go, take all his riches
That's what I used to learn from these older misses
You gotta, stop, @@#! and roll with mister

Flip, flop, my robes from dub to misses
Only run with real dudes, with the guns for sticking
Big dicks for sticking, fat tongues for licking

The type you like, she can have all my riches
Pretty Girl, you thorough, cancel all my business
Like to stick my pretty two's, but known to get stitches

Since a young girl, I've been grown up figures
Little older now, and I'm getting grandfather figures
More grands, than the grams, my poppa was sniffing

Laid up, slumped up, is how we leaving these ^!$$%s
Turned up, cooked up, like turnips in momma's kitchen
Burned up, like ^!$$%s banging dirty (*##$es

There's many ways, with a kiss, blazing ^!$$%s

[Chorus 2X: P.G. (Streets)]

Real recognize real, we known to spill
(Get back, flip tracks, been known to peel)
With hoes and fake ^!$$%s like Kodak film

(Kill tracks, murk beats, and we'll take your deal)

[Streets]

It's real, kid, I'm that chick
Time to recognize who she runs with
Spit, bars, I'm so sweet

Gutter langer by the name of Streets
Son get soaked when by myself
Heavyweight (*##$, I hold the belts

I, rip tracks, yes, she's hot
I, run them Streets, I run blocks
I, keep my heat, don't $#&@ with cops, no

Tell Diddy, I won't stop, no
Time to cop, so step your game up
The reason why these fellas open

From rags to roaches, we've been had though
Been smoked that 'dro, beef for a ho
Holla, come on now, (*##$, I know my work

Who you talking to (*##$, yo, I sold myself

[Chorus 2X]


[Streets]
Been enemy of the state since I was born

Trying to make some moves like Farrakhan
Trying to see the world before I'm gone
Spitting over Buddha's beats in Brooklyn


[P.G.]
Yo, I'm caging ^!$$%s, I'm flaming ^!$$%s

Like drag queens in parades on Thanksgiving, ^!$$%s
Uh, it's real with no deal, I'm hiding man for ^!$$%s
Like mixtapes in the hood, over instrumentals


[Streets]
Why, yo, we move in silence

Nowhere, to run, nowhere to hide
(*##$, keep that thing, by my sidekick
You jack and laid off to bust a nut


[P.G.]
Uh, feel it in your guts, you know what's up, and what's what

Get bucked, fired up, light it up, it's a must
Cuz, we be the chicks, ^!$$%s cannot touch
Chicken mimic how we spit, stop riding us


[Chorus 4X]