Reppin' The Streets

Written by：Leslie Pridgen/Chad Hamilton/Ryan Presson/Homer Banks/Carl Hampton

Life's a struggle you born alone and you die alone

In between life's pages you get your cryin'on

I'm from where you never snitch you do the time for 'em

Ni**a try to play you bring the nine's for

'Em ride on 'em

Catch 'em in traffic and squeeze the gauge on

'Em rain on 'em

Donnelly's is them ni**as with the cage for 'em

Motherf**ker's swore they had me trapped in a box

I had to plan and plot before I could brainstorm

Name bomb

Bomb on 'em the plan is to stay calm

React like Saddam but cool as the Fonz on 'em

These ni**as ain't killers I'm pullin'the files on 'em

They chumps chimps

Ain't even monkey's run from gorillas

They livin'your rhymes out

You live with your moms

And you ain't pushin'no rides and you ain't whippin'

Those nine's out

You livin'a lie and you continue to lie

And we continue to mob word to my mom we movin'out

Ni**a

From war and tears to white tees

Yeah from crack bundles to black burners

Uh from cold winters to hot summers

From north and south Philly to South Beach

Uh from jail cells to plush suits

Yeah from Timbalands to Nikes

Uh from button ups to hoods we

Still keepin'it hood reppin'the streets

C'mon

Comin'up I ain't had name brand nothin'on

All my shirts they had the Tigers on 'em ironed on 'em

Then I got myself together went and grinded for it

She was struggling couldn't ask my moms for it

My era

Them little ni**as with them K's that'll pall bear ya

They will strip you naked leavin'you with nothin'on

Uh catch you at the light and step and pall bear ya

This goes for all areas wherever hustlin'goes on

There's a whole lot of bustin'involved

People dyin'lot of cryin'lot of fussin'goin'on

Uh I seen people be there in the day

Then by the night disappear in the fog

Then reappear in the morgue

Then they name just appear on your arm

With a tat sayin'for my dawgs

But ni**a this for my dawgs

No tats so I spit it in raps

So they hear you if I lay here tomorrow

Will I be here tomorrow

From war and tears to white tees

Yeah from crack bundles to black burners

Uh from cold winters to hot summers

From north and south Philly to South Beach

Uh from jail cells to plush suits

Yeah from Timbalands to Nikes

Uh from button ups to hoods we

Still keepin'it hood reppin'the streets

C'mon

If I had dollar for every person caught up

In the system that was innocent

I'd be richer than the president

Was incarcerated now you see me on your internet

Spit Sony high definition that's the vividness

Didn't know I could spit now you know I got the intellect

And the tec

So tryin'to come at me is frivolous

Y'all talkin'killer sh*t but y'all talkin'gibberishness

Cause y'all ain't killin'sh*t

Unless y'all gon'hate me to death

First case was abating and theft

My first felon was attempt to deliver cause

I'd attempted to deliver

Now picture me tryin'to attempt to deliver

Now a days I bring that sh*t to your steps

And tell that sh*t to your reps

Matter of fact I got a clip for your reps

Pump a slug in that face and dump that a**in the river

For shark beef

We tryin'to keep sh*t safe

That's for my people with the keys in the safe

We gon'squeeze for our ni**as

From war and tears to white tees

Yeah from crack bundles to black burners

Uh from cold winters to hot summers

From north and south Philly to South Beach

Uh from jail cells to plush suits

Yeah from Timbalands to Nikes

Uh from button ups to hoods we

Still keepin'it hood reppin'the streets

C'mon