The Streets

The streets, the streets, they want to bury me alive
A nigga won't run, but a nigga can't hide
Different, different rules we abide
Maybe, maybe, maybe I'll survive

I know the streets, I know the game
Go through the country, they know the name
Bo throw the flame that's so deranged
It's 180 proof like golden grain
Rally the troops, load up the thangs
Light up the fuse and go to fame
What is the use if you can't throw up Goose and live to ball again?
I went from cheap liquor bottles and hoes and Hyundai Sonatas
To Italian shirt collars and pussy punishing models
Fully loaded autos on 22's and 23's
Welcome to the world of Georgia Dirt and feel me
And ten outstanding cars will help make sure you feel me
I'm a barbarian craftsman, make sure you kill me
Got streets measure you for your coppers and have you RIP
You peeking through the blinds, we in the trenches knee deep

The streets, the streets, they want to bury me alive
A nigga won't run, but a nigga can't hide
Different, different rules we abide
Maybe, maybe, maybe I'll survive

They play to win, don't give a damn, they do whatever they gotta do
And shock the fuck up outta you, when they shot the fuck up outta you
Pull the truck up, what they do? What it is? What the word?
Four bullets pour like thunderbird, left seven niggas up on the curb
Like a scene up out a movie, except the DVD can't change the ending
Niggas is not pretending, head shots, no Achilles tendons
Brands here don't stand a chance, call this film ambulance
Me and my family, tote TECs like Rex Ramblin
We all scrambling, whether rapping, trapping, pimping, pandering
Like we all gambling, but it's damn near the way to win
Was working in the field, trying to get my weight up
Now the big shark in the water, shit getting ate up

The streets, the streets, they want to bury me alive
A nigga won't run, but a nigga can't hide
Different, different rules we abide
Maybe, maybe, maybe I'll survive