Lil' Wyte - In The Streets Lyrics

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In the Streets LyricsGet up (repeated)

In the street im bout my buisness how i be a be a

If u want some work from me u pay a fee a fee a

When i check my crackhouse im gonna reup reup

For u robbers in the hood i throw my heat up heat up

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They always be askin what is crack cocaine

Crack cocaine frys ur brain

Crack cocaine keep me pocket change when i be on my slang

Keep them thangs single solid or a brick up off the house

Try to snatch my shit with out payin im blowin off ya mouth

Thas the way it is in up in the dope game have no respect

Dope heads wit no brains and no thangs blow some big ass checks

Straight to the liquor store that's were we rolln get my 75

Dam they close at 11 yes im ballin doin 99

Worked the whole week to get that cheese n give that shit to me

Bet u feelin shitty fallin sleep on the side of the street

Tell me how it feels walkin round not knowin what's goin on

Only thing u no is im the one supplyin all the stones

Keep my pockets swolle and i be ballin on the fuckin slab

Think u droppin sissions in my buisness take yo biggest stab

Yes i roll wit dealers and my scrill is my priority

Bitch i roll wit killas and these killas have authority

In the street im bout my buisness how i be a be a

If u want some work from me u pay a fee a fee a

When i check my crackhouse im gonna reup reup

For u robbers in the hood i throw my heat up heat up

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Well i aint waistin mine , gotta get them nickels and dimes all the time

Cuz benjamin franklin the only mother fucker on my mind

Im ridin 2-door cutless twenty threes grippin pine

And i know the junkies see me colors changin all the time

When u spot me better stop me cuz i am not slayin long

The pigs would love comin up on this white boy ridin on all this fuckin chrome

Got yo stones bitch im gone destination where i stay

Fraiser boy up on the side and bitch were headn to the bay

What u talkin bout, what u askin bout , what u need from me

Check it i serve some big bags, some crack, and some XTC

And anything else i don't fuck wit it, or i jus don't fuckin no

Were to find it where to get it and how far the shit will flow

These smokas and sellas these drugs be so plentyfull

But junkies will do anything for that crack mane and it's pitiful

They loose there life Critical and there bodies shut down Physical

But rock it up U get yo grip and all that there is beautiful

In the street im bout my buisness how i be a be a

If u want some work from me u pay a fee a fee a

When i check my crackhouse im gonna reup reup

For u robbers in the hood i throw my heat up heat up

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It aint no use stoppin here i could keep boomin slangin dis dope

Or i could take a chance on a track flippin this bird to a gross

But see it's jus my luck popes will prolly kick in my door,

So i gotta keep lookin over my shoulder watchin out for them hoes,

And i gotta go find another location plus another waitin on temptation

There so many faces and customers in this occupatin,

And i have got no patience

And people wanna fuck wit my time, that's why u be comin up short purchasin

Nickles and dimes, im even wit mine, u get it how i get it and that's all the time

I never decline ur money unless u smell outta line

And im feelin fine , they'll find u all tied up in some twine

My moneys importent a lil more then important then how bright i shine

Don't play wit that 9, u pull it use it abuse it with mine,

Its eager to blind, then copyrite yo mouth with yo mind

Im puttin it out and givin it to ya jus how i get it

This evil is wit it wit no discussin this is how i spit it

In the street im bout my buisness how i be a be a

If u want some work from me u pay a fee a fee a

When i check my crackhouse im gonna reup reup

For u robbers in the hood i throw my heat up heat up

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