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streetz (lab tv) - shh lyrics

it was all a dream
i used to read biggie in a magazine
chatting about flames lad i’m spitting out the gasoline
smoking on the maddest cheese
trust me we the baddest gs
have you begging on the floor like
“nah lad don’t clap me please”
i’d have you screaming to your mother kid
and if the shotty missed then i’m ripping off another clip
yeah i’m banging like ’16
trust i won’t stop until i make a little nit bleed
trust me you’re a dog but i’m a motherf+cking sick breed
two dogs fighting yeah, huyton’s where the kids be
trust me you’re a biscuit, you’re nothing but a rich tea
and what do you do with them, yeah you know you have to dip three
yeah we driving like the stig g
and trust me if it’s war you’re f+cking gutted that you dissed me
riding with my sick gs, you don’t pop a stick, please
if you bang the strap, you’d copy rats that went and missed me
yeah you’re robbing for your meals kid, chatting about grafts
go and pay your mother’s keep kid
go and get a cupboard full of food instead of three fifths
chatting about a road life
nah son your team’s sh+t
you ain’t even seen your boy drop cause he been hit
you ain’t ever covered up his blood cause he been l!cked
and tell me would you ever need sticks? nah!
would you ever deal bricks
would you ever have to shiv a guy cause you need chips
do you understand this f+ckin life
do your gs drift
do you hustle, does your cheese stink
nah kid you bluff, i don’t know what the f+ck you fleas think
all these bad thoughts i think streetz need to see shrinks
the straps like a llama
yeah g the piece spits
and if i need a shotty, i’m ringing up my g fitz
7 ton new, i’m telling him to go and meet cl!cks
i’ve got a rhythm and you know dah
chatting bout oz brother we already sold that
we already flipped the sh+t, we already tipped the sh+t
we already made him give it free, cause we wigged the kid
jeez, everybody wants to be a g
yeah, everybody want to shot a key
everybody wanna sell a drug for just a little p
but most these man are end up doing jug because they thick as thieves
jeez, mac be whippin up another batch
me and jukey laughed when you mentioned straps
chattin about 2, that’s funny lad where’s your pack
treat him like death row and light up this f+ckers cap
bap! bap! they say i’m on another level
they say i’m dancing with the f+cking devil
they’re saying streetz is getting peppered till i’m fulla metal
so now it’s beef that we gonna settle
so everybody be chasing that queen’s face
me i take your crown, i’m royal yeah my genes great
drinkin on the grey goose, brother i can’t see straight
don’t be acting ready when you’re struggling and need cake
escape, the estate
don’t be buying glocks when your mother f+cking needs pape
grafting ain’t a real stage, trust me that’s the first stage
yeah there’s nothing like it when you get your f+cking first wage
but when you’re climbing up the steps g
you see a lot of sh+t, you see a lot of stress g
you see a lot of pain, you see a lot of mess g
so i’m tryin to take the queen and own the f+cking chess piece
i’m tryna do just what these manna didn’t
building from the ground up because the kid has had a vision
i’m making bangs like i blasted smithons
and free all of the man in prison

- streetz lab tv lyrics

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