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In the Streets Lyrics

Artist: Lil' Wyte
Album: Doubt Me Now

Get up (repeated)

in the street im bout my buisness how i be a be a
if u want some work from me u pay a fee a fee a
when i check my crackhouse im gonna reup reup
for u robbers in the hood i throw my heat up heat up

X2

They always be askin what is crack cocaine
crack cocaine frys ur brain
crack cocaine keep me pocket change when i be on my slang
keep them thangs single solid on a brick up off the house
try to snatch my shit wit out payin im blowin off ya mouth
thas the way it is in up in the dope game have no respect
dont pas wit no brains if no thangs blow some big ass checks
straight to the liquor store thats were we roll to get my 75
dam they close at 11 yes im ballin doin 99
worked that whole week to get that cheese n give that shit to me
bet u feelin shitty fall to sleep on the side of the street
tell me how it feels walkin round i no whats goin on
only thing u no is im the 1 supplyin all the stone
keep my pockets swoll n i be ballin on the fuckin slab
think u droppin sissions in my buisness take yo buisness back
yes i roll wit dealers and my deals r my priority
bitch i ride wit killas and these killas have authority

in the street im bout my buisness how i be a be a
if u want some work from me u pay a fee a fee a
when i check my crackhouse im gonna reup reup
for u robbers in the hood i throw my heat up heat up

X2

well i aint waistin mine , gotta get them nickels and dimes all the time
cuz benjimin franklin the only mother fucker on my mind
im ridin to a cutless twanky threes grippin pine
n i no the junkies see me colors changin all the time
when u spot me better stop me cuz im not slayin long
the pigs love comin up to this white boy ridin on all this fuckin chrome
got yo stone bitch im gone destination where i stay
fraiser boy up on the side and bitch were ridin to the bay
what u talkin bout, what u askin bout , what u need from me
check it i serve some big bags, some crack, and some XTC
anything else i dont fuck wit it, or i jus fuckin no
were to find it where to get it and how far the shit will flow
werre smokas and sellas these drugs be so plentyfull
but junkies will do anything for that crack mane and its pitiful
they loose there life Critical they loose there bodies shut down Physical
But rock it up U get yo grip and all that there is beuitifull

in the street im bout my buisness how i be a be a
if u want some work from me u pay a fee a fee a
when i check my crackhouse im gonna reup reup
for u robbers in the hood i throw my heat up heat up

X2

It aint no stoppin here i could keep boomin slangin dis dope
or i could take a chance flippin this bird to a bro
but see its jus my luck po's will prolly kick in my doe,
so i gotta keep lookin over my should lookin out for dem hoes,
n i gotta find another location plus anohter temptation there so
many faces and customers in this occupatin n i have no patience
n people wanna fuck wit my time thas why u be comin up short wit these
nickles and dimes, im even wit mine, u get it when i get it and thas all the time
i never decline ur money unless u smell outta line
and im feelin fine , theyll find u all tied up in some twine
my moneys importent a lil more then important then how i shine
dont play wit that 9, u pull it use it u should abuse it mine
but see ya blind, then copyrite yo mouf wit yo mind
im puttin it out and givin it to ya jus how i get it
this evil is wit it wit no discussin this is how i spit it

in the street im bout my buisness how i be a be a
if u want some work from me u pay a fee a fee a
when i check my crackhouse im gonna reup reup
for u robbers in the hood i throw my heat up heat up

X2

Comments/Interpretations

by homo on 6/6/2008 3:12am
GAY