Letras
That's right, that's right
Yeah, yeah, yo who that?
Who that? H and I-C, uh-huh
Ayo
Think I give a fuck what you think, feel or say?
I could care less your opinion, you wanna stay living
Best stay right there and pop all your shit
Soon as you come right here, I pop off your fitted
Soon as I come over there, fuck out the way
Or you gon' get shot down, knuckle bone the shank
The infamous head nigga in charge, you niggas wanna be thugs
I just wanna get the money, the broads
Come free, you a slave to a bitch
Shade tree, a pussy got you whipped
I'm an addict for success, I will succeed
Go 'head try me again, I will repeat
That loop, no it's not a fluke
Everything serious, this is what we do
Every time around, anytime, ooh
Wanna fuck around, lay around, growin' roots
The streets is a dirty game
My heart still roam in the streets
A damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
Where niggas stay strapped in the hood
A damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
My heart still roam in the streets, they still callin'
A damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
Where niggas stay strapped in the hood
Pockets full of presidents, blowin' on medicine
Ben I'm still represent, that shit is evident
Tryna get money in places that I never been
Don't ask me who I'm better than, that list'll never end
Rookie or a veteran, whoever oppose Ghost
Now I'm bangin' niggas like I'm playin' the low post
You don't want your neck in the old rope with knots in it
You don't wanna see the trench coat with the knots in it
I'm tryna touch green like a gardener
You don't want the blade in your throat like a lobster chip
You gon' have to bump it to the gun, you don't pardon us
I don't kill you, get your man, I'm a bargainer
See you walk by, goddamn, we'll put the target up
Watch Scarface bought cocaine in Florida
Watch New Jack went home and put the Carter up
I'll kill anything, go 'head, put your arms up, what?
The streets is a dirty game
My heart still roam in the streets
A damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
Where niggas stay strapped in the hood
A damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
My heart still roam in the streets, they still callin'
A damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
Where niggas stay strapped in the hood
The streets is a dirty game
My heart still roam in the streets
Here comes the closer, mega Mariano Rivera
The perfect picture, Michelangelo of the ghetto
I heard winters are murder, summers somethin' amazing
I'm the gutter, like bad kids and customers complaining
Fuck all fathers and mothers that raised us
Niggas die so young, at times I wonder, shit we embrace death
Like a moth in the fire, these soft niggas lyin'
Like they on from supply and I was born the messiah
Whether you in the ghetto or dorm on an island
You can make it a storm, let this song be a reminder
I inspire these funny niggas like Richard Pryor
I'm a gifted writer with mic presence, a prolific rhymer
Spittin' fire like I'm in The Wire
Men aspire to see me but they can't, my wrist is blindin'
Life's a bitch, I'ma admire while I'm still inside her
From the womb to the tomb, I represent the livest
A damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
Where niggas stay strapped in the hood
A damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
My heart still roam in the streets, they still callin'
A damn shame, the streets is a dirty game
Where niggas stay strapped in the hood