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(Intro) In the midst of the turmoil In the midst of the madness It was said That the streets needed a resurrection The streets needed a new beginning So introduce to you The savior Doe B DJ Scream in the streets (Baby Jesus!) (Verse) Started out with peanuts, young street dreamer Feeling like Ace Briggy when he first quit the cleaners Almost shot the world, Mohamed Ali I'm back stabbing Started out with peanuts, young street dreamer Feeling like Ace Briggy when he first quit the cleaners Almost shot the world, Mohamed Ali I'm back stabbing ass, caring ass niggas tryna team up Back watching my nigga because I'm watching for niggas Who wanna stop me my nigga but trust me I'mma get richer By any means, like macking with that thing in that picture Man ringing like a iPhone, niggas wanna leave me cos Songtexte We been getting money, trouble turn and come your way If you play, raise my gun like my son in yo face I bust it like a nut, made me cum on yo face I go off like a bomb, think Saddam in this place A lot of niggas in the way, still in a turtle race But you know it ain't no fun when the rabbit got the cake I go hard like a palet in yo place And I ain't spraying like Proactive in yo face, you niggas at me to the streets I can't believe niggas, believe niggas But you could check my background Yea, I was gone for a minute but I'm back now And you lil niggas, summer's over, fallback now I done fell down a couple times, fallback now Hoes ain't used to answer for me, now they call back now I ain't used to be shit, they think I'm all that now Niggas halling this shit back to me, all on call worse Yea, and these is words of a real nigga No matter where, hey you a Dolce got a deal with it And how I feel is how I feel, there's no feel niggas Cos fake niggas paralyzed, real niggas Back when I was little loved to idolize real niggas And see how much it says really do kill niggas They ain't gon feel you til they kill you I'm trapafied, dead or alive one of the realest Just the ordinary life of a G I can't believe these niggas want stripes off of me Niggas I grew up with, I can't even fuck with They can't look you in the eyes, then that nigga suspect That's the reason I can't trust shit But my vision call up for this trunk fit I can see the future I can see the winners and the loser Copping Versace, I feel like medusa Snakes around my head, snakes around my bed Snakes all in the yard, gotta cut the grass Niggas I give my last, they don't even wanna see me last Take the good with the bad but damn this shit bad Get money, don't get mad I said get money, don't get married Only wife of mine just this life of crime When I started fronting with Duck I almost got fired I remember hearing shots fired in the hospital God said he thrown apart, can't recognize I'm up nine, mane back in town It's trap life til my casket down This my city, you can ask around And if I'm lying in that case a fish can grow My god, we ain't no motherfuckin biscuit town Yall can keep all that bullshit, just don't forget the crown King shit (Outro) Doe B DJ Scream, nigga Baby Jesus for the streets Aus Songtexte Mania