Letra In the streets Lil Wyte

In the streets

In the Streets Lyrics

Get up (repeated)

In the street im bout my buisness how i be a be a
If u want some work from me u pay a fee a fee a
When i check my crackhouse im gonna reup reup
For u robbers in the hood i throw my heat up heat up

X2

They always be askin what is crack cocaine
Crack cocaine frys ur brain
Crack cocaine keep me pocket change when i be on my slang
Keep them thangs single solid or a brick up off the house
Try to snatch my shit with out payin im blowin off ya mouth
Thas the way it is in up in the dope game have no respect
Dope heads wit no brains and no thangs blow some big ass checks
Straight to the liquor store that's were we rolln get my 75
Dam they close at 11 yes im ballin doin 99
Worked the whole week to get that cheese n give that shit to me
Bet u feelin shitty fallin sleep on the side of the street
Tell me how it feels walkin round not knowin what's goin on
Only thing u no is im the one supplyin all the stones
Keep my pockets swolle and i be ballin on the fuckin slab
Think u droppin sissions in my buisness take yo biggest stab
Yes i roll wit dealers and my scrill is my priority
Bitch i roll wit killas and these killas have authority

In the street im bout my buisness how i be a be a
If u want some work from me u pay a fee a fee a
When i check my crackhouse im gonna reup reup
For u robbers in the hood i throw my heat up heat up

X2

Well i aint waistin mine , gotta get them nickels and dimes all the time
Cuz benjamin franklin the only mother fucker on my mind
Im ridin 2-door cutless twenty threes grippin pine
And i know the junkies see me colors changin all the time
When u spot me better stop me cuz i am not slayin long
The pigs would love comin up on this white boy ridin on all this fuckin chrome
Got yo stones bitch im gone destination where i stay
Fraiser boy up on the side and bitch were headn to the bay
What u talkin bout, what u askin bout , what u need from me
Check it i serve some big bags, some crack, and some XTC
And anything else i don't fuck wit it, or i jus don't fuckin no
Were to find it where to get it and how far the shit will flow
These smokas and sellas these drugs be so plentyfull
But junkies will do anything for that crack mane and it's pitiful
They loose there life Critical and there bodies shut down Physical
But rock it up U get yo grip and all that there is beautiful

In the street im bout my buisness how i be a be a
If u want some work from me u pay a fee a fee a
When i check my crackhouse im gonna reup reup
For u robbers in the hood i throw my heat up heat up

X2

It aint no use stoppin here i could keep boomin slangin dis dope
Or i could take a chance on a track flippin this bird to a gross
But see it's jus my luck popes will prolly kick in my door,
So i gotta keep lookin over my shoulder watchin out for them hoes,
And i gotta go find another location plus another waitin on temptation
There so many faces and customers in this occupatin,
And i have got no patience
And people wanna fuck wit my time, that's why u be comin up short purchasin
Nickles and dimes, im even wit mine, u get it how i get it and that's all the time
I never decline ur money unless u smell outta line
And im feelin fine , they'll find u all tied up in some twine
My moneys importent a lil more then important then how bright i shine
Don't play wit that 9, u pull it use it abuse it with mine,
Its eager to blind, then copyrite yo mouth with yo mind
Im puttin it out and givin it to ya jus how i get it
This evil is wit it wit no discussin this is how i spit it

In the street im bout my buisness how i be a be a
If u want some work from me u pay a fee a fee a
When i check my crackhouse im gonna reup reup
For u robbers in the hood i throw my heat up heat up

X2