Scotty Cain - Street Life
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{intro}
Mafia musik nigga
You know what it's hittin' on (gang gang)
Live and direct (pussy)
Fuck all these bitchass rappers out here (og we on go)
You know, the real gon' stand up
We stand on y'all chest with these bitches (grra)
(?...) slanging, dope selling, you know, this the street life, ya heard me? it's wicked outchea
Get it how you live nigga
{verse 1}
In the streets, i ran through a bunch of bangers
These niggas try to play with me, i had to stank 'em
Runnin' up them bands, and go and stash 'em
I'm clutchin' on a glock and that bitch (?...), that bitch got .30 hanging out the bottom, clutching this choppa too
You move wrong then i'ma pop at you (*gunshots sfx*)
You move wrong then i'ma drop your crew (*gunshots sfx*, grra grra grra)
You move wrong, this what i gotta do
Niggas be (?...) like thеy really wit it
Like they rеally live it
Like they really drilling
Like they really killing
Pour up a five, man you know i be sippin'
Clutchin' my pistol, you know i'ma zip 'em
{chorus}
In the street life, i (?...) thuggin' in these streets, never catch 'em slippin', i'm clutchin' on my heat
In the street life, no play no games, come to beef then i don't sleep until a nigga deceased
In the street life, you play for keeps, it's either you or me, and you gon' die, 'cause i got family to feed
In the street life, you thug or you police, you gon' get zipped, if you rat on me
{interlude}
In the street life, i (?...) thuggin' in these streets, never catch 'em slippin', i'm clutchin' on my heat
In the street life, no play no games, come to beef then i don't sleep until a nigga deceased
In the street life, you play for keeps, it's either you or me, and you gon' die, 'cause i got family to feed
In the street life, you thug or you police, you gon' get zipped, if you rat on me
{verse 2}
I remember trappin' out the bando, where the roaches at
Two guns at a time, when it was real nigga was (?...)
The police pull up, we dig in and gotta throw the straps
And i ain't throwin' tabs i gotta throw 'em back, this how i'm livin'
Water whippin' chickens, break them down to
{plenty?}
Articulate with the semi, i ain't (?...) get me, when i'm hittin' ain't no tryn to miss you, bitch i'm tryna get you
You know i'ma zip it
Smoking feelings, reminiscing 'bout me stressing 'bout my niggas
And all they killers
I gotta kill 'em
{chorus}
In the street life, i (?...) thuggin' in these streets, never catch 'em slippin', i'm clutchin' on my heat
In the street life, no play no games, come to beef then i don't sleep until a nigga deceased
In the street life, you play for keeps, it's either you or me, and you gon' die, 'cause i got family to feed
In the street life, you thug or you police, you gon' get zipped, if you rat on me
{outro}
In the street life, i (?...) thuggin' in these streets, never catch 'em slippin', i'm clutchin' on my heat
In the street life, no play no games, come to beef then i don't sleep until a nigga deceased
In the street life, you play for keeps, it's either you or me, and you gon' die, 'cause i got family to feed
In the street life, you thug or you police, you gon' get zipped, if you rat on me
{intro}
Mafia musik nigga
You know what it's hittin' on (gang gang)
Live and direct (pussy)
Fuck all these bitchass rappers out here (og we on go)
You know, the real gon' stand up
We stand on y'all chest with these bitches (grra)
(?...) slanging, dope selling, you know, this the street life, ya heard me? it's wicked outchea
Get it how you live nigga
{verse 1}
In the streets, i ran through a bunch of bangers
These niggas try to play with me, i had to stank 'em
Runnin' up them bands, and go and stash 'em
I'm clutchin' on a glock and that bitch (?...), that bitch got .30 hanging out the bottom, clutching this choppa too
You move wrong then i'ma pop at you (*gunshots sfx*)
You move wrong then i'ma drop your crew (*gunshots sfx*, grra grra grra)
You move wrong, this what i gotta do
Niggas be (?...) like thеy really wit it
Like they rеally live it
Like they really drilling
Like they really killing
Pour up a five, man you know i be sippin'
Clutchin' my pistol, you know i'ma zip 'em
{chorus}
In the street life, i (?...) thuggin' in these streets, never catch 'em slippin', i'm clutchin' on my heat
In the street life, no play no games, come to beef then i don't sleep until a nigga deceased
In the street life, you play for keeps, it's either you or me, and you gon' die, 'cause i got family to feed
In the street life, you thug or you police, you gon' get zipped, if you rat on me
{interlude}
In the street life, i (?...) thuggin' in these streets, never catch 'em slippin', i'm clutchin' on my heat
In the street life, no play no games, come to beef then i don't sleep until a nigga deceased
In the street life, you play for keeps, it's either you or me, and you gon' die, 'cause i got family to feed
In the street life, you thug or you police, you gon' get zipped, if you rat on me
{verse 2}
I remember trappin' out the bando, where the roaches at
Two guns at a time, when it was real nigga was (?...)
The police pull up, we dig in and gotta throw the straps
And i ain't throwin' tabs i gotta throw 'em back, this how i'm livin'
Water whippin' chickens, break them down to
{plenty?}
Articulate with the semi, i ain't (?...) get me, when i'm hittin' ain't no tryn to miss you, bitch i'm tryna get you
You know i'ma zip it
Smoking feelings, reminiscing 'bout me stressing 'bout my niggas
And all they killers
I gotta kill 'em
{chorus}
In the street life, i (?...) thuggin' in these streets, never catch 'em slippin', i'm clutchin' on my heat
In the street life, no play no games, come to beef then i don't sleep until a nigga deceased
In the street life, you play for keeps, it's either you or me, and you gon' die, 'cause i got family to feed
In the street life, you thug or you police, you gon' get zipped, if you rat on me
{outro}
In the street life, i (?...) thuggin' in these streets, never catch 'em slippin', i'm clutchin' on my heat
In the street life, no play no games, come to beef then i don't sleep until a nigga deceased
In the street life, you play for keeps, it's either you or me, and you gon' die, 'cause i got family to feed
In the street life, you thug or you police, you gon' get zipped, if you rat on me
