"Street Shit" as written by Jameel Smith, M. Dale Cox and Tyrone Gregory Fyffe....
[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, this one appears to be very forceful
Very forceful, yeah, here we go now
Niggaz, bitches, where you at talk

Thug niggaz let me see y'all, yeah
Hah, before we slap niggas silly with something
And put you out your misery and your suffering
Uh-oh! Yeah, and just for fronting,
You got me busting two nines
With one hand tied together or something
Ain't no mistaking we taking your trap
In case you niggas didn't know,
You fucking with the gladiators of rap
On some John Reno shit in Professional,
How we accurate and precise when we bust
And every move is intentional
Violate and I will get at yo' ass
And if I can't catch you track star
We'll start throwing shit at yo' ass
Wait a minute nigga, hold up second,
See youse a bitch and while we bust yo' ass
Yo' fagot peoples ain't even checking
Yo y'all need to send the coroner, shit
Leave you looking out a place
Like youse a tourist on some foreigner shit
I be that nigga and I love to experiment
With specific high-explosives
Just to take y'all niggaz out of this element, now!

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Cause we got new shit for y'all
(All my niggas in the spots,
y'all know we tear the shit down and how we hold it nigga)
And we come to take shit over y'all
(Yes we here to regulate
and put our foot down, the shop is closing nigga)
Always rep the street for all y'all
(Constantly hitting y'all off with street shit
and keep y'all niggas open yeah
All my niggas, all my bitches) What y'all gon' do now,
Every time we come with that street shit

[Busta Rhymes]
Haha, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, we move like stone faced cold-hearted niggas
Baldfaced straight retarded niggaz
Hey yo the shit we do be so off the hook,
Fuck around and get yo' leg broke
And beat all in yo' face with ya foot
We here to stay, fuck paying a visit
I only fuck with certain LIVE niggas
Like my niggas Tash and Xzibit
Ever since I vowed to keep the shit raw
I stay hitting niggas with shit
That'll leave they fucking face on the floor
Every time niggaz know when we black
Smack a nigga so fucking hard
He'll fall and probably spin on his back
Funny how niggas'll always shit talk
The very next day they will notice the difference
In the way they bitch walk
My street niggas need to come for the ride
Cause when we step up in the place
You funny niggas need to slide to the side
I love to watch these funny niggas diminish
And while we slowly murder them niggas
They praying on the moment we finish
I take you back to the very beginning
And beat you in yo' head from birth
And watch you grow loving the shit we be bringing
Street niggas keep they mind on they dream
Focus the most on getting they paper
And be thoroughly repping they team
You know we quick to mash it down for ? hours
Quick to leave some of these niggas shook
Running with the rest of them cowards
And leave the rest of niggas ready to dumb
And rep the street until we all die
Could give a fuck wherever you from, now!

[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]
For all my motherfuckers
That live in the urban city areas
Only the urban city areas
The ghettoes
The neighborhoods where they got, delis, liquor stores
And churches right across the streets from alla that
Yeah,
Motherfuckers selling weed, crack, and all of that shit
On the corner, it ain't the right thing to do
But niggas is put in the motherfucking, living conditions
That have to do that shit
The street motherfuckers
All y'all survival of the fittest motherfuckers, SURVIVE
This is dedicated to y'all
Street shit


Lyrics submitted by spliphstar

"Street Shit" as written by Tyrone Gregory Fyffe Malik Cox

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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