Da Streets Ain't Right (Instrumental)

It's the ones that smoke blunts wit cha

See ya picture

Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get cha

It's the ones that smoke blunts wit cha

See ya picture

Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get cha

Niggas in da street ain't right

Every other day I keep strugglin' to keep my life

And I never know when I gotta go, so I stay strapped

Cause niggas they don't know how to act

It's Monday night and I'm out

Chillin' with my girl, top down

500 SL pumpin' some sounds

Now me I'm in Versace from my head to toe

Lookin' for a place to go

So I can spend my dough

I found a spot, jumped out

My girl was hot, no doubt

And that was all I heard these bustas talkin' about

Now I ain't payin' no attention to this high school skit

And I ain't even tryin' to fight over this here dip

I kept walkin', but all they did was follow

Tryin' to flex

Talkin' about ym girls titties

And the jewels around my neck

Now I can feel a confrontation bout to jump on off

And I can see these little bustas

Tryin' to play me for soft

I heard "stick up, stick up, get down and don't look up

Nigga give me all your money and your jewels cause you're stuck"

I said "What?" Fightin' back hit my mind

But it's a waste of time cause I ain't got my nine

And these...

Niggas in da street ain't right

Every other day I keep strugglin' to keep my life

And I never know when I gotta go, so I stay strapped

Cause niggas they don't know how to act

Now I done did all this work

So I can be the man

Fresh to def, twenty grand in a black sedan

Not knowin' I done had some homies watchin'

Steady clockin', plottin' to put da drop on me

Cause I'm flossin', hit the streets left and right

Sittin' swoll, lookin' for me a party that's tight

I heard somebody yell "112" that's the spot