Stre3tz
No I can't love her
Yeah she for the streets
Yeah these niggas cuff her
I can tell they weak
I get another band
After every week
No I can't cap I can't act, this is me
No I don't wanna be nice
I made a chain from my heart
I got the coldest of ice
The jeweler can't tell it apart
Yea I'm just rolling the dice
Yea I been living my life
Yea I been living my life
I can't mess with shawdy, she a toss up
I got in my bag, had to boss up
I had to go out and get it, got my cost up
I cut em em off, they think we lost touch
Big bands
Catch a ho slipping like quick sand
Showing my ass like Shen Chan
Got a third leg like kick stand
Since a lil kid been big man
Beating on my chest like Tarzan
Shoot a nigga down with my left hand
Leave a nigga trapped in Dreamland
I got bands
Keep that weapon on my side
You only get one chance do or die
I just tell em mind they business when they ask who am I
I can't be round these fakes I just stay inside
No I can't love her
Yeah she for the streets
Yeah these niggas cuff her
I can tell they weak
I get another band
After every week
No I can't cap I can't act, this is me
No I don't wanna be nice
I made a chain from my heart
I got the coldest of ice
The jeweler can't tell it apart
Yea I'm just rolling the dice
Yea I been living my life
Yea I been living my life
Yeah she for the streets
Yeah these niggas cuff her
I can tell they weak
I get another band
After every week
No I can't cap I can't act, this is me
No I don't wanna be nice
I made a chain from my heart
I got the coldest of ice
The jeweler can't tell it apart
Yea I'm just rolling the dice
Yea I been living my life
Yea I been living my life
I can't mess with shawdy, she a toss up
I got in my bag, had to boss up
I had to go out and get it, got my cost up
I cut em em off, they think we lost touch
Big bands
Catch a ho slipping like quick sand
Showing my ass like Shen Chan
Got a third leg like kick stand
Since a lil kid been big man
Beating on my chest like Tarzan
Shoot a nigga down with my left hand
Leave a nigga trapped in Dreamland
I got bands
Keep that weapon on my side
You only get one chance do or die
I just tell em mind they business when they ask who am I
I can't be round these fakes I just stay inside
No I can't love her
Yeah she for the streets
Yeah these niggas cuff her
I can tell they weak
I get another band
After every week
No I can't cap I can't act, this is me
No I don't wanna be nice
I made a chain from my heart
I got the coldest of ice
The jeweler can't tell it apart
Yea I'm just rolling the dice
Yea I been living my life
Yea I been living my life
Credits
Writer(s): Terrence Rider
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