Street Life - Rick Ross

(Trick Daddy)
B_tch I'll kill ya, fo' night
(Hook x2)
I'm goin' all way out bout mine
Best in a biscuit shot bout mine
Hoes get slapped in the mouth bout mine
Prices stay the same and they drop bout mine

You f_cks with T Double D then you f_cks with we
Now you runnin' round duckin' me
Young n_gga with a AK better than Ananda Lee
I send them killers where ya mama be
I be Money M to the izzay, R to the kizzay
Come through choppin' ya block I don't plizzay
Got dolo for the low, then hit the 2 Way
Peace to Uncle Lisle I miss him everyday, hey
Love dough and love to hate hoes
Love to pull n_gga bout mine lil' nose
N_gga tryna hold me back, I'm throwin' 'bows
I'm a treal ass n_gga, that's how sh_t goes
(Rick Ross)
You can never f_ck with me, I'll just flow harder
CL 6 sittin' low on those (?)
I'm a Philly man, but I don't blow garbage
Got sweet d_ck, most of these hoes got it
Ain't no love, you see how the Feds do us
Wanna eat like rust and some for tear Lucas
Haul that blunt to a n_gga share mucas
Body on 'em so what, look up we had shooters
(?) Take all tinted route
Hand guns, razor blades comin' out of the mouth
Borderline rapper, come see me but twin 49 rapper
It's more to mine rapper
Saw that rhyme after, yeah, got the right gat
Eat with the 2 Way they scared to write back
Lay n_ggas down like this? No like 'dat
No whoever ran, make 'em come back like crack
(Duece Poppi)
You better worry bout you, don't worry bout me
I pop three, out the drop-e
I smoke brocoli, you know we got D
Duece Poppi and T Double D
We got them AK shells and they hot as hell
Crackin' back to the white meat like lobster tails
Poppin shells, quick to crack your breastbone
Tore his head off 'cause he had his vest on
12 gauge, shoot ten times for haters
N_ggas curlin' up like activators
Fake ass thugs, stop with them lies
You ain't rapped like that when Tupac was alive
(Hook x2)

I'm not gonna f_ck with you n_gga, 'cause I don't know you my n_gga
So don't you f_ck with me or my dogs
N_gga I'm for real about mine, and my dogs ready to kill bout mine
I chill, smoke crip and send orders
Off all those po-po's and armed forces, f_ck 'em
They don't wanna see me fly, I don't trust 'em
They probably wanna see me die, that why
Hold the fire, and keep it closed and keep an open eye
For them haters and hoes, 'cause I don't play about mine
Goin' deep, pray about mine
Know baby had to spray about mine, AK about mine
F_ck that you've been warned too many times
How you feel bout yours, n_gga I'm ten times worse
You gettin' revenge but n_gga mine will get you cursed
So please don't f_ck around with me
'Cause my dogs will bust around at he
Whoever obsessed, me boy, don't test me boy
Touch me, my dog'll wetcha boy
(Trick Daddy)
Most n_ggas get rich, get goats
I went out and got guns, united my folks (my folks)
Pour it out for the ones we lost, now b_tch
Throw it up 'fore I blow it up
You ain't know I was a G muthaf_cka
You don't really wanna see me muthaf_cka
I'm a thug n_gga, fo' life
B_tch I'll kill ya, fo' night
I'm goin' all way out bout mine
Best in a biscuit shot bout mine
Hoes get slapped in the mouth bout mine
Prices stay the same and they drop bout mine
Runnin' in your grandmami house bout mine
I ain't slippin', I got my nine
Plus Duece got his, you better think twice b_tch 'cause you got kids
Plus, I know what you did, add that to the fact I know where you live
Thug life and you know how it is
Sh_t don't stop till a n_gga get killed (killed, killed, killed, get killed)
(Hook x2)

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