Tommy Wright III - Street Type Nigga Pt. 2
[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]
Street type
Gotta get some money if I ain't got none
All it takes is a steamer and a motherfuckin' gun
Need about two or three niggas but not really
'Cause I kinda feel safe, walking straight, with my nine milli
Keep my head down, so these tricks won't suspect shit
If my gun get broke, I never tote it 'til I get it fixed
Doin' what I gotta do
By all means necessary
Get a shank, take his bank
I don't eat if I don't gank
Posse peep I used to creep
Now I'm just the one man gang
Knocking on the junkies' windows
Gettin' bails, anythang
Never smoke, never drink, gotta stay drug free
If you high, the folks would catch your ass slippin' in the street
I know all the shortcuts, alley ways, even ditches
Keep your face from being shown so you won't get told on by them snitches
Tommy Wright I'm street smart
Hard as a fucking brick
Straight from 4 Corners with a clique, that is so damn thick
So it´s time to rob
Time to mob
Fuck a job
Fuck a bitch that wanna take a lick and slob on my knob
I'm a street type nigga, down with street smart records
On the air, causing ruckus
For you playa hatin' motherfuckas
[Hook]x2
We used to hustle all the street corners
I'm fucked up
[Verse 2: MC Spade]
Cuttin' deals, women and dope, and doin' the shit that´s straight legit
Bust open a sack of bud, roll it up and smoke the shit
A cool ass nigga taking no shit from them bitches
Your ass get out of line, you´ll get that ass gatted trick
Accused of doin' 211´s? Nah that ain´t my style
I slang and bang and sell cocaine and make it worth they while
I shake and bake a death to shoot a motherfucking narc
I´m known to sell amphetamines, and sling crack rock
When you see me on the street, you see me with a pack
When I´m rollin' in my car I drive a motherfucking lap
Seat at a tipstop, quick and check my beeper
Lean into the back, sky high smokin' reefer
So niggas what you think about the shit that I be sellin'?
The shit that I be smokin' and the shit I´m straight inhalin'
I´ll kill your ass quicker than I fucking take your picture
I shoot you in the head and then I say "to hell with you"
You can never shoot me I´m impervious to pain
So many niggas dead it´s a motherfucking shame
Bitches got to die when I fucking pull the trigger
Crazy ass dope man
Street type nigga
[Hook]x2
We used to hustle all the street corners
I'm fucked up
Street type
Gotta get some money if I ain't got none
All it takes is a steamer and a motherfuckin' gun
Need about two or three niggas but not really
'Cause I kinda feel safe, walking straight, with my nine milli
Keep my head down, so these tricks won't suspect shit
If my gun get broke, I never tote it 'til I get it fixed
Doin' what I gotta do
By all means necessary
Get a shank, take his bank
I don't eat if I don't gank
Posse peep I used to creep
Now I'm just the one man gang
Knocking on the junkies' windows
Gettin' bails, anythang
Never smoke, never drink, gotta stay drug free
If you high, the folks would catch your ass slippin' in the street
I know all the shortcuts, alley ways, even ditches
Keep your face from being shown so you won't get told on by them snitches
Tommy Wright I'm street smart
Hard as a fucking brick
Straight from 4 Corners with a clique, that is so damn thick
So it´s time to rob
Time to mob
Fuck a job
Fuck a bitch that wanna take a lick and slob on my knob
I'm a street type nigga, down with street smart records
On the air, causing ruckus
For you playa hatin' motherfuckas
[Hook]x2
We used to hustle all the street corners
I'm fucked up
[Verse 2: MC Spade]
Cuttin' deals, women and dope, and doin' the shit that´s straight legit
Bust open a sack of bud, roll it up and smoke the shit
A cool ass nigga taking no shit from them bitches
Your ass get out of line, you´ll get that ass gatted trick
Accused of doin' 211´s? Nah that ain´t my style
I slang and bang and sell cocaine and make it worth they while
I shake and bake a death to shoot a motherfucking narc
I´m known to sell amphetamines, and sling crack rock
When you see me on the street, you see me with a pack
When I´m rollin' in my car I drive a motherfucking lap
Seat at a tipstop, quick and check my beeper
Lean into the back, sky high smokin' reefer
So niggas what you think about the shit that I be sellin'?
The shit that I be smokin' and the shit I´m straight inhalin'
I´ll kill your ass quicker than I fucking take your picture
I shoot you in the head and then I say "to hell with you"
You can never shoot me I´m impervious to pain
So many niggas dead it´s a motherfucking shame
Bitches got to die when I fucking pull the trigger
Crazy ass dope man
Street type nigga
[Hook]x2
We used to hustle all the street corners
I'm fucked up
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