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Straight uptown from money earnin' mow-vee I carry my tech nine, and troop with the yg'z So when beef comes, I'm ready for war I put a slug in my nigga and I settle the score Like a tic for a tac, my gat bust the most caps Killin' muthafuckaz, leave 'em dead with the alley cats You feel brave digga, grave nigga, that's where you goin' fagat Your bodies bein' smothered with magats Pump nigga shouldn't act up, don't even floss ruff I'll beat you till you black as a cocoa puff Muthafucka I'm as real as they come Buckin' muthafuckaz is a game we play for fun Gettin' wreck wit a tech, shakin' niggaz knecks Blood drippin' so bad from a cold kneck What you figure when you livin' by the trigger That's how it is when your fuckin' wit a street nigga [Chorus] Do or die nigga, do or die Do or die nigga, do or die Do or die nigga, do or die Do or die nigga, do or die I'm a street nigga, you want to know why 'cause I could give a fuck whether you or me die Bitch ass niggaz better back up wit da quickness SongtextePlay me the wrong way, I'll kill you like a sickness Street nigga to the baddest, my pants is saggin' I'm down to catch a midnight dragon Jus coolin' on the block so my glock'll pop More niggaz in the head, even fuckin' I got soldiers, .45 pistol holders Stick up kids, and some doin' state biz But fuck that, back to the subject 34th street, the whole fuckin' ygz Get fast doe, fuckin' wit mud hoes Damn the principle of my school, and his honor roles I'ma street kid, so I got street smarts Gettin' my a's and b's while troopin' on the sidewalk [Chorus] Separated on one side, so we can just smoke each other Fuck a brother love for one another I gotta survive, playin' the street game Splatter some fuckin' brains, and sellin' some cocaine A savage rate, indeed harsh Hustle to get far, the devil got our minds all brain washed So for bates, listen to the crackers and turf snakes And all there are is coffee and cupcakes He's no longer a street nigga, but a confined nigga Sittin' in a cell doin' time nigga Rich fucks don't realize, packed and civilized I'd love to see the tears in trump's eyes When his mother was mugged, shit was bugged And he thought it would be me speakin' to the judge But he was wrong it was one of his own kind A street nigga ain't hard to find [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania