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yg'z - street nigga lyrics

-censored on all versions except the promo-

(samples from the ohio players “what’s goin’ on”)
“why do you hurt me…”
“i don’t wanna…”

verse 1: kenny austin

straight uptown, the money earned in mount v
i carry my tech nine, and troop with the yg’z
so when beef comes, i’m ready for war
i put a slug in my n-gga and i settle the score
like a tic for a tac, my gat bust the most caps
k!llin’ m-th-f-ckaz, leave ’em dead with the alley cats
you feel brave digga, grave n-gga, that’s where you goin’ f-ggot
bodies bein’ smothered with maggots
punk n-gga shouldn’t act tough, not even flex rough
i’ll beat you till you black as a cocoa puff
m-th-f-cka i’m as real as they come
so, buckin’ m-th-f-ckaz is a game we’ll play for fun
gettin’ wreck wit a tech, shakin’ n-ggas knecks wet
blood drippin’ so bad, like a cotex
what you figure when you livin’ by the trigga
that’s how it is when your f-ckin’ wit a street n-gga

hook: pete rock and dj premier

do or die n-gga, do or die
do or die n-gga, do or die
do or die n-gga, do or die
do or die n-gga, do or die
(repeat)

verse 2: tommy guest

i’m a street n-gga, you wanna know why
cause i could give a f-ck whether you or me die
b-tch -ss n-ggas better back up wit da quickness
play me the wrong way, i’ll k!ll you like a sickness
street n-gga to the baddest, my pants is saggin’
i’m down to catch a midnight dragon
jus coolin’ on the block so my glock’ll pop
more n-ggas in the head, even f-ckin’ -cops-
i got soldiers, .45 pistol holders
stick up kids, and some doin’ state bids
but f-ck that, back to the subject
3rd and 4th street, the whole f-ckin’ ygz
get fast doe, f-ckin’ wit much hoes
d-mn the principle of school, and his honor role
i’mma street kid, so i got street smarts
gettin’ my a’s and b’s while troopin’ on the sidewalk

hook

verse 3: kenny austin

seperated on one side, so we can just smoke each other
f-ck a brother love for one another
i gotta survive, playin’ the street game
splatterin f-ckin’ brains, and sellin’ some cocaine
a savage rate, indeed harsh
hustle to get far, the devil got our minds all brain washed
some fall bait, listen to the crackers and turf snake
and all it took was coffee and cupcakes
he’s no longer a street n-gga, but a confined n-gga
a sittin’ in a cell doin’ time n-gga
rich f-cks don’t realize, acting civilized
i’d love to see the tears in trump’s eyes
when his mother was mugged, sh-t was bugged
and he thought it would be me speakin’ to the judge
but he was wrong it was one of his own kind
a street n-gga ain’t hard to find

hook

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