The Streets Don't Love Nobody

Ay, better stop that talkin' Niggas round here don’t do that often Like a roto, like the po-po (Po) With the 4-4 in all black ready to go (BLAOW) Man, the streets don’t love nobody (Nobody) Man, the streets don’t love nobody (Nobody) OOOUH! Me and my raccoons will put hands On you and your pitbulls That's what the old schooler said When he was talkin' Big shit to a couple of younger fools One of the young fools laughed and said "You old enough to be my dad" The old schooler went bad, got mad And pulled out a gat (BUCK BUCK) (A gat?) yeah, quadruple OG terminology Hit him with the Israel Uzi Smacked him and called him Suzie Now he a ugly nigga Now he ain’t no more cutie The OG a killer, a hitter Just got out on Tuesday Never know who heavy duty in The streets pushin' weight Have your head put on a stick (Stick) and brought back on a plate (Plate) The streets don’t love nobody (Body) But everybody love the streets (Streets) I ain’t stuntin' sloppy (Sloppy) Tryna impress these freaks (Freaks) Rats (Rats) , tramps (Tramps) , rippers, hoes (Hoes) Sluts (Sluts) , ducks (Ducks) , diggin' for gold I ain’t a Captain Save a Hoe, no, not hardly She don’t wanna f*ck me She wanna f*ck my Harley bIATCH! Ay, better stop that talkin' Niggas round here don’t do that often Like a roto, like the po-po (Po) With the 4-4 in all black ready to go (BLAOW) Man, the streets don’t love nobody (Nobody) Man, the streets don’t love nobody (Nobody) Turf Sinatra We got the juice in the hood So we talk a lot While the wolves lick they lips, lamb chops Big homie dippin' in the product, too He said it's some OG shit but Thats a dope fiend move Man, the streets don’t love nobody (Nobody) Stay strapped, I ain’t fightin' nobody (Nobody) nigga, you hit the wrong Person when you aimed (When you aimed) Nigga, bullets don’t got no name Better put your guns up ‘specially when your ones up Nigga, stay strapped case a f*ck nigga run up Used to be the front man, now we got all day Picked the youngster up then shot Him on the freeway Damn, down goes another one Heard he had it comin', don’t Know why they killed him, son Ping pong in the hood, retaliation Young kids bust your head for a reputation Ay, better stop that talkin' Niggas round here don’t do that often Like a roto, like the po-po (Po) With the 4-4 in all black ready to go (BLAOW) Man, the streets don’t love nobody (Nobody) Man, the streets don’t love nobody (Nobody) You could be bangin' for life It don’t matter A young nigga who thuggin' want His pockets lookin' fatter Better watch the lil bruh lookin' Like a chain snatcher You done came up from the hood But they still gettin' at ya And I'm on, payin' 'hamas Lil bruh want the drama The corner is coming for you Hope you stayin' with that llama Shoulda listened to ya mama She told you about them dudes All them cars, all them bitches All them riches ain’t cool I know you f*ck with dude? You roll with dude? I can’t believe you roll with dude I told you that he told on dude, I’m sorry That’s the wrong move Real niggas over here that'll really move He said he wack them with the mower That's the life he choose Thought it was a game 'til I Seen that boy on the news Told you ain’t no love over here Don’t get it confused Thought it was a game 'til I Seen dat boy on the news Told you ain’t no love over here Don’t get it confused Ay, better stop that talkin' Niggas round here don’t do that often Like a roto, like the po-po (Po) With the 4-4 in all black ready to go (BLAOW) Man, the streets don’t love nobody (Nobody) Man, the streets don’t love nobody (Nobody)