Fools From The Streets

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    I'ma hustla to the heart, pardon me dolly
    I mastered the dice large, and even three card molly
    Slappin bozo nigga's for twenty bucks a rock
    Plus i slang mad rocks on the spot, fuck the cops
    Now i'm on the ball, cause it's all good in the hood
    I'm glad as fuck, dropped outta school because i hate math and stuff
    Lay low, runnin off my pager, can't press my luck
    Stingy as fuck, wit my bucks like scrooge mcduck
    Nobody could, stop the operation stackola
    Get back roller, you can't fuck wit this crackola
    Because i got the carribean, plates just like a nubian
    Happy so the five-0 won't jack me
    Fuck the jail shit, it's corny
    Bitches know i'm horny
    The nigga's that i hang wit got crew cause life is corny
    We precieve the gat to the end so that you know
    Shit i pull more bitches then menaudo
    Let me quit, the nigga's on the spot wanna take me out
    Drive by msdaisy, to raise me, and take me plot
    I got ya duckem, don't slip for nobody(fuck em!)
    Schemes gettin thought up, i'm never gettin caught up
    Keepin my pockets so fat, swift on my feet
    Sayin i'm out to the fools that's on my street

    Well it's the crap shooter
    Love to hit the fat buddah sack, and you know that
    My crew comes together like ?????
    Raised in the ghetto's of oakland
    Had dope in my pocket, servin knocks in the open
    Walked close, and door close when i was on the night shift
    Got a few indictments, day to day excitements out my life quift
    Rollin in my cousins big k-5
    Holy moly, i stay high by drinkin 40's
    Had roly poly dice in my pocket for the school house crap game
    I had a dangle roll, sometimes i wanna strangle ho's
    But i scoop em like a spoon full of cereal
    Never ate a trick cause that's for kids duke you hear me though
    But rigger though, never was rigor-mortis so face it
    Pocket's on fat like a jenny craig patient, it ain't shit
    But a come up, when i roll up on they knock
    Fuck pops, i gotta have my props
    I'm runnin shit like flo jo
    Never fucked a hobo
    But i got my dick sucked
    Now she's got the hiccups
    I wakes up, move a ???head if ya dangle
    I'm down, you'll fuck around and get ya neck strangled
    To swing a sell, and chop rocks to the whole dim sprayer
    Cause what i got will make ya sing a song like the gap band
    Likes ta dangle muthafucka's out they cash like a shista

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    Well i'm the sickest, wickedst nigga you'd wanna be
    A damn fool from the streets, killin enemies
    And as i'm sleepin in my street i'm havin nightmares
    I'm fully prepared, and fully awared
    And strapped wit the armorgauge
    And as a nigga wakes up, i'm havin thoughts of a murder scene
    Robbery, oohhh, i had to hit the streets
    Feelin, feelin, i like the fuckin smell of some flesh
    Killin, killin, i like to put a whole lot in yo chest
    A maniac, runnin down the streets in the ghetto
    I see a limo, a white man in tuxedo
    Tryna be slick, but he's a task
    Knowin damn well he wouldn't catch me, i'm too fast
    Cause i will bust a gauge or two,
    'rupt the fuckin living rooms
    And if i had to getway, i'll find another place to stay
    Cause i'ma slick, quick nigga you can't fuck wit
    A brotha from the gutter doin dirt, and i love it
    Afterwards, i'm chokin like a damn fool
    Smokin on the blunt, a yabba, dabba, fuckin do
    Cause i'm luni like the luni fuckin tunes
    I need to go snatch a purse so i can rent a room
    Somebody jumpin out the bushes wit a strap y'all
    Checkin everything except the shit in yo drawers, y'all
    I know ???? is sweepin nigga's off they feet
    A murderize killer, sick fool from the street, yeah

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