"Street Nigguz" as written by and George Spivey....

featuring X 1


[All] Street niggaz

[Sticky Fingaz] Gettin' high all the time

[All] Street niggaz

[Sticky Fingaz] Fuck beef and draw the nine

[All] Street niggaz

[Sticky Fingaz] Always yellin' fuck the cops

[All] Street niggaz

[Sticky Fingaz] We the niggaz that call the shots

[X 1]

Street niggaz love to flip puttin' slugs in clips

While in out with Bloods and Crips on some shit

Leavin' you ripped is totally sick

I sue pricks on mysterious trips, makin' serious chips

You on a curious a trip way out of your whack

Blow you out of your back, the game of crack, how 'bout that?

Holdin' my aim, with ways to wreck

Never know what to expect

Respect a hole in you chest

My mind is set, it's time for death, rewind your steps

The way that I'm doin' you is everyday screwin' you

Off the top

Make money off of rocks

On and off the block, bouncin' off on cops

Whose the next street star? Kid, you love to be next

But it's X-1, kid, in the ?'lux Relex?

Wit' a ghetto type style

Heat for beef that we can settle right now

Street Niggaz


[Fredro Starr]

Street niggaz spend they lasts on weed

Smoke to the ropes

Dead broke, some flip coke, sell soap

Bust four guns, off the roof, trick

Overproof, roll dice, stick niggaz for ice, up all night

Everyday niggaz gambalin', pumpin' drugs, scrambalin'

My nigga got shot, that same spot you standin' in

Bitch nigga hate, rich nigga sniff for Eight, suffocate

Jail nigga liftin' weights, fuck the Jake

We brake laws, snuffin' motherfuckas, breakin' drawers

Robbin' liquor stores

?Rubbin'? ghetto niggaz dirty drawers

Never hesitate to bass, kick your fuckin' ass

Fuck work, nigga take cash

Wit' the quick ???

Open cases, wit' razors

They open faces

Paid niggaz got guns wit' lasers, Sky pagers

Chrome rims and loud systems

So what the light? You make the white

People listen you five days out the prison




Street niggaz have your shit pushed back, plush act

Bust jacks out the windowplex, and lust that

We back, we at the place, contact react

Call back, be on the concrete flat, we stomp cats

For violation of ???, whichever come first

Love for money could hurt, it's a thirst, we splurge

In Suburbans, to niggaz deep, want pissy early

Swervin', packin' big power, maxin' six hours

Up in the Expo, ?E bowel?

For beef, the heat, the vowel

Caught up in them street showers

Buckun' the same clips, fuckin' the same chicks

The game sticks, so remain slick or get slain quick

Street niggaz regulatin'

Doe and hoes and North states, and flip whips

High speed car chases

The inner belly beast dwellin'

Born and raised, extortin' for days

Leavin' motherfuckers more than grazed


[Sticky Fingaz]

I'm a street nigga

Fuck wit' me, ya shot in the brains

They call me Sticky Fingaz, how you think I got my name?

This is not a game, kid I know my math

I walk around wit' my pants hangin' off my ass


The nigga here's to rugged

I pull out my dick and take a piss in public

Smokin' weed, drinkin' brew, that's all I do

Fuck bitches, get money, was all I knew

Police in the rearview, always runnin' my plates

I kept one poker face and a gun in my waist

Off safety, cock, wit' one in the head

You first nigga frontin' gettin' dropped wit' one in the head

I got no respect for life

My mom's on drugs

You scared to look me in the eyes, I roll wit' nothin' but thugs

I'm so trife

Hope I can live another night

And I fear no man, I swear on my mother's life

'cause I'm a...

[All] Street nigga

Chorus (without first 'all' sentence)

[All]Street Niggaz (faded)

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