Street N***a
Street niggaz, real niggaz
Street niggaz, gangsta niggaz
Real niggaz, street niggaz
I relate to niggaz and they relate to me
Real niggas do real things, that's how it supposed to be
Cut from the same clothes, make the same shirt
Probably had the same glock and got the same worth
I'll whack ya ass and skip to da N.O
And lay low in the projects with my kin folk
AK-47 with the shoulder strap, set it off had it sounded
Like the Nolia clap got 2 strikes, nigga dodgin' the P.O.P.O's
This real life leave ya brains in da thresh hole
I, a street nigga mayne pimpin', ain't easy leave da block
Silent holla at 'em Jeezy
Street niggaz, real niggaz
Street nigga, gangsta niggaz
Real niggaz, street niggaz
It's my style, they jockin' my slang
I'm a real street nigga
We ain't the same nigga, I'm grown nigga
So, play wit your own kids, I'm a street nigga
I was born in da streetz kid, one white girl left
Save the last dance, my partner said, you want it
Well, this your last chance, funny how a murder can get you 50 years
Like a co-defendant makin' deals like he work at Sears
Still posted like a stripper, dawg
Judge gettin' mo' money then a stripper, dawg
Play the game, how it go, nigga, running niggsz quicker than a
Kitchen sink, dirty South nigga on my way 2 da bank
Street niggaz, real niggaz
Street niggaz, gangsta niggaz
Real gangstas, street niggaz
Ha, ha, I leave white niggaz in da attic
Keep a pistol in my hand, nigga, semi-automatic
I killed the nigga round the corner
Now, the blocks hot, leavin' da street posted 'cause I stay on da block
Glocks poppin' like Viagra
Nigga comin' through, shakin' and wakin' up niggas Viagra
And they might talk 'cause they hatin' man
I'm a street poet, leave niggaz fadin' in my tracks
I stay posted on da block, posted up wit da mack
By da 1st of the month, time to pop a new nigga
Steals car, steal clothes, steal jews from dat nigga
I got a bankroll stashed like I'm livin' in a mansion
Nigga, I never smile, ain't nuttin' funny 'cause dee money comadore
Gets nuttin' but da money
Yeah mayne, dis ya boy, dee money comadore
Ha, ha, 9th Ward's finest
Nigga, dis 2006, Jeezy, dis a new year mayne
So, we gotta give it 2 'em raw ha, ha
Street niggaz, real niggaz
Street niggaz, gangsta niggaz
Real niggaz, street niggaz
Street niggaz, real niggaz
Street niggaz, gangsta niggaz
Real niggaz, street niggaz
Ha, ha
Street niggaz, gangsta niggaz
Real niggaz, street niggaz
I relate to niggaz and they relate to me
Real niggas do real things, that's how it supposed to be
Cut from the same clothes, make the same shirt
Probably had the same glock and got the same worth
I'll whack ya ass and skip to da N.O
And lay low in the projects with my kin folk
AK-47 with the shoulder strap, set it off had it sounded
Like the Nolia clap got 2 strikes, nigga dodgin' the P.O.P.O's
This real life leave ya brains in da thresh hole
I, a street nigga mayne pimpin', ain't easy leave da block
Silent holla at 'em Jeezy
Street niggaz, real niggaz
Street nigga, gangsta niggaz
Real niggaz, street niggaz
It's my style, they jockin' my slang
I'm a real street nigga
We ain't the same nigga, I'm grown nigga
So, play wit your own kids, I'm a street nigga
I was born in da streetz kid, one white girl left
Save the last dance, my partner said, you want it
Well, this your last chance, funny how a murder can get you 50 years
Like a co-defendant makin' deals like he work at Sears
Still posted like a stripper, dawg
Judge gettin' mo' money then a stripper, dawg
Play the game, how it go, nigga, running niggsz quicker than a
Kitchen sink, dirty South nigga on my way 2 da bank
Street niggaz, real niggaz
Street niggaz, gangsta niggaz
Real gangstas, street niggaz
Ha, ha, I leave white niggaz in da attic
Keep a pistol in my hand, nigga, semi-automatic
I killed the nigga round the corner
Now, the blocks hot, leavin' da street posted 'cause I stay on da block
Glocks poppin' like Viagra
Nigga comin' through, shakin' and wakin' up niggas Viagra
And they might talk 'cause they hatin' man
I'm a street poet, leave niggaz fadin' in my tracks
I stay posted on da block, posted up wit da mack
By da 1st of the month, time to pop a new nigga
Steals car, steal clothes, steal jews from dat nigga
I got a bankroll stashed like I'm livin' in a mansion
Nigga, I never smile, ain't nuttin' funny 'cause dee money comadore
Gets nuttin' but da money
Yeah mayne, dis ya boy, dee money comadore
Ha, ha, 9th Ward's finest
Nigga, dis 2006, Jeezy, dis a new year mayne
So, we gotta give it 2 'em raw ha, ha
Street niggaz, real niggaz
Street niggaz, gangsta niggaz
Real niggaz, street niggaz
Street niggaz, real niggaz
Street niggaz, gangsta niggaz
Real niggaz, street niggaz
Ha, ha
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Writer(s): Christopher Noel Dorsey, Clifford Harris, Andreas Stasinopoulous
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