city streets--that's where i learned
play with fire
you'll get burned
when the heat was on
i turned
turned to trouble. trouble
yeah
yeah
c three
yeah
new orleans baby
a street called eagle
and everybody's ill
yeah
illegal
people steal cars
we steal people
we eat like dogs
but we still people
and even when ya lost
trouble still see you
and even if ya dead broke
we are still equal
one time for the lil people
eat ya meal
don't let ya meal eat you
street runner we crazy with dis one
i run. with. trouble
and just the other day
my nigga chris killed his self
i pray to god
that i never feel the way he felt
where do we go when there's no help?
he figured heaven
so he went left
ya'll know that ain't right
plus
he was high as a plane that same night
shit
i probably been on that same flight
shit
i probably had that same fight
i just kept swinging
twelve rounds coming
bells ringing
introduced to the game
when i was just a child
mama love a drug dealer
straight quit her job
and took his life
and along with him
i died
and she died
we died
then came my daughter
to my bed side
told me daddy
don't cry
i'm alive
i look her in the eyes
and see me with no sins
but this is how the note ends
ya know
let's kick it back
i can't call it
ya know
heheh
yeah
yeah
the tool
it poke out the jeans
the coke smell just like a bunch of coffee beans
ya nah mean? and everything ain't what it seem
ya nah mean? and don't play that game
without your team
kill for my bread
kill for my g's
kill for my cream
i will have that red beam on hot beam
now i hear sirens
wait i think i see one behind me
i ain't tripping baby
money got me
unh
and fuck the police
fuck the feds
too
i ain't jumping in that jump suit
a one
i'm on my one
two
check me out
i fuck around and check you
respect due
pay yours nigga
mines under the seat
by my feet
where's yours nigga?
too much hoarse liquor
huh?
too much pressure
too much force
too much money
never heard that before
shit
and we stop the snitches at the door
cut that tail off the rat
he won't rat no more
shit
that's right
get trapped fuck with my g's
keep shootin'
'til i burn my sleeves
nigga please
these boys is g's
represent new orleans
like a fleur-de-lis
shit
what you know about it
we more than thieves
we steal from the rich
so the poor can eat
yeah
niggas act up
my niggas act accordingly
hey soldier
don't war with me
jump on it