Back Streetz
I was on them back streets
I was getting that dough
Niggas wanna clap me
I was clutching on that pole
Some of my niggas dead
Some of them told
I will never change
I won't sell my soul
I need my chicken blue
Like it got salmonella
I was really in them trenches Hanging with them killer
On all 20 because nigga we Gorillas
This 45 will turn a heard head Into a soft top
Then Make the top drop
Chip of the ol block
I just get it from my pops
One wave of the hand
And them niggas sending shots Gotta stay on watch
Cus these oops man
They tranna take my spot
It's Jersey most wanted so you Know it's fuck the cops
Defeating the law of gravity Because I'm going up
But I'm never gonna drop
They think they hot
But look what I got
Its ice in my veins
Nigga we an't the same
From out the Ashe I rose
In to the flames
Stayed in my lane
Start doing better
Then watch how niggas change Its a shame
I Got some family
That not even acting the same
I was on them back streets
I was getting that dough
Niggas wanna clap me
I was clutching on that pole
Some of niggas dead
Some of them told
I will never change
I won't sell my soul
I was on them back streets
I was getting that dough
Niggas wanna clap me
I was clutching on that pole Some of my niggas dead
Some of them told
I will never change
I won't sell my soul
Went from the patty wagon
To the g wagon
Went from the g shock
To a Patek Philippe
Nigga I feed
Wouldn't give me a place to Sleep I was deep in these streets
Dime bags safety pinned
To in side of the zipper
Get you lined no clippers
Raps Picasso spitting 1000 words Can you see the picture
Out the Composition I give you The scriptures
This 45 will dead ass lift ya
That's a dead man
Dead lift
He had a death wish
Smoking on the best shit
Mary Jane is the only one I vent With
Anybody else will start telling Shit my man got caught with a Dirty clip
A few bricks he doing 12 December's
Just hope he don't get us all Pinched
Old Honda and a pound I was Tranna get rich
These streets are slimy don't slip
I was on them back streets
I was getting that dough
Niggas wanna clap me
I was clutching on that pole
Some of my niggas dead
Some of them told
I will never change
I won't sell my soul
I was on them back streets
I was getting that dough
Niggas wanna clap me
I was clutching on that pole
Some of my niggas dead
Some of them told
I will never change
I won't sell my soul
I was getting that dough
Niggas wanna clap me
I was clutching on that pole
Some of my niggas dead
Some of them told
I will never change
I won't sell my soul
I need my chicken blue
Like it got salmonella
I was really in them trenches Hanging with them killer
On all 20 because nigga we Gorillas
This 45 will turn a heard head Into a soft top
Then Make the top drop
Chip of the ol block
I just get it from my pops
One wave of the hand
And them niggas sending shots Gotta stay on watch
Cus these oops man
They tranna take my spot
It's Jersey most wanted so you Know it's fuck the cops
Defeating the law of gravity Because I'm going up
But I'm never gonna drop
They think they hot
But look what I got
Its ice in my veins
Nigga we an't the same
From out the Ashe I rose
In to the flames
Stayed in my lane
Start doing better
Then watch how niggas change Its a shame
I Got some family
That not even acting the same
I was on them back streets
I was getting that dough
Niggas wanna clap me
I was clutching on that pole
Some of niggas dead
Some of them told
I will never change
I won't sell my soul
I was on them back streets
I was getting that dough
Niggas wanna clap me
I was clutching on that pole Some of my niggas dead
Some of them told
I will never change
I won't sell my soul
Went from the patty wagon
To the g wagon
Went from the g shock
To a Patek Philippe
Nigga I feed
Wouldn't give me a place to Sleep I was deep in these streets
Dime bags safety pinned
To in side of the zipper
Get you lined no clippers
Raps Picasso spitting 1000 words Can you see the picture
Out the Composition I give you The scriptures
This 45 will dead ass lift ya
That's a dead man
Dead lift
He had a death wish
Smoking on the best shit
Mary Jane is the only one I vent With
Anybody else will start telling Shit my man got caught with a Dirty clip
A few bricks he doing 12 December's
Just hope he don't get us all Pinched
Old Honda and a pound I was Tranna get rich
These streets are slimy don't slip
I was on them back streets
I was getting that dough
Niggas wanna clap me
I was clutching on that pole
Some of my niggas dead
Some of them told
I will never change
I won't sell my soul
I was on them back streets
I was getting that dough
Niggas wanna clap me
I was clutching on that pole
Some of my niggas dead
Some of them told
I will never change
I won't sell my soul
Credits
Writer(s): Randy Lugo
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