These Streets Lyrics

Niggas ain't livin the life that they hollin
Be choosing and picking when real shit applyin
If you ain't go do shit ,keep bringin up violence
You making the rules, but don't even abide them. Boy, ain't cool to be a fool, got a problem
You showing your tooth, cause you know you ain't shot him
Bitch, I'm a rider, I jump on that water head first like an expert, fucking it I'm diving
I hate a nigga who play like a killer, but when they run into one, it ain't no issue
Boy, all this tough talk, dog, now you hush mouth naw now a nigga start get to bangin yo pistol Nigga, you faking, I'm waiting for you to stand on all of that gangsta shit that you be claiming
The picture you paintin the image, you niggas portraying
Not you with it, but picking faces. Don't let me find out you snitching on cases
How you bond out for a blick on probation
I don't say nothin till them niggas say shit
I don't know I'm just different dog I can't explain it
Is it cause I'm richer than y'all why they hatin? They don't understand shit was part of the plan
Whatever you doing, Im stoppin yo man
Every fuck-nigga should feel the FN
Running the rackays, they calling me daddy. Oh, I know you nasty, fucking on bad pay. Must not panic, ain't talking about the what. Must not panic, mean perk in the attic. Really be worried about niggas a lot. I think you fake, cake, half baked. Light up your block, now you're gang. A ashtray, pull up, spray, escape, cascade. Now I like drinks, I drink it raw. Ain't trying to diss, now taste is gone. Obviously, it was a party this week, from the way they smoke, let me take a shot. In a minute, this shit been switched. I've been chilling, but I ain't the one to forget. I'm telling you, this shit easy. She see me jumping in the woods, she jumping on the heat. Penthouse, money all on the floor. What's that? I smell cat smoke