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What's up? I'm with my thieves all right
Dropping weed on the street, we show you our style
Fashion bombay, that b*tch asks for everything light
Money on my mind, drugged n*gga all the time

You with me b*tch, dream well buy my tape
My people don't believe in the fake sh*t you say
That's how you see it, that's how it is, isn't it?
I got style, I got bullets for those who talk sh*t about me

From the street dog, one more that's nine seven
In streets so dark that your people don't mess with
Life drug men, bad bad fella
You lose everything if you fall in love with the clientele

Street bars to make them hurt
On the side of the one who listens but waits, building my school
My n*gga, I'm all the ways
Rolling all over the sphere looking for something I can't find

Drugs, liquor, sons of the street
That's life in the hood (hood)
Blood and fear, we'll die in the street
That's life in the hood

Drugs, liquor, sons of the street
That's life in the hood (hood)
Blood and fear, we'll die in the street
That's life in the hood

With the toys stored away
Gangsta sh*t, b*tch expensive swing
My crew is drunk, cooler than your ice cream
I eat your money in bites, my money is eaten by the lawyer

If I'm just high trying not to show it
So the b*tch doesn't get upset at the date
I break her neckline, they want my skills
And I'm on the corner listening to Nestor en bloque

B*tch, if there's trouble I get involved
Shirt open, lots of weed in the ghetto
Before making songs I already had talismans
That before making songs I already had respect

Cheese, with a b*tch on top of me
Or thinking about my money while looking out to the street
G's, so much drugs that I already laugh
I don't choose to live it, sons of the wind and the street

Drugs, liquor, sons of the street
A life in the hood (hood)
Blood and fear, we'll die in the street
That's life in the hood

Drugs, liquor, sons of the street
That's life in the hood (hood)
Blood and fear, we'll die in the street
That's life in the hood you son of a b*tch