Street Life - Screwball

Keep playin' haters, keep hatin' So

Much to say so, little time For

The hood that I pray Haters

I spit you die slow;

die;

slow;

Wash

My hands in some in-scent smoke Pull

A leaf off a tree Flip

It over nothing innocent though City

Split it over to me Hennessey

Spilling over tenements of qb It’s

Real or more a day Plenty

Of ways to die Plenty

Of ways to survive Plenty

Of ways gettin' high Straight

Sip the innocent kind And

The rest unjustified with an alibi normal, racquets Undercovers

With heat in their slumber jackets Government

Badges and colored stripe brackets G’s

Sittin' pretty like cash and ()???Witty

Thugs play out I;

obey the writer Ala Swaying

In and out above, and beyond The

Humidity really, got me jittery Cold

Like a barrel of ice Dark

Shadows of life I

Put my head on a pillow di-do-do-ditto, What

Son say you, still know I

Catch a chill flowing through my temple It’s

Real simple Good

Faith common, sense six-triple, in the mix Dippin'

Through quick aiming to get you it’s;

the click [Chorus!

]:For

The thuns each, one to each one son Street

Life is all I know Ways

To move I pay dues I’m;

talking to all of you Warfare

Is when you go For

The cash 'cuz I reach for them Reach… for them Street

Life is all I know Full

Bellies and cellis close, enemies to siece memories Warfare

Is when you go

Yo

It’s.

Hostyle que pasa No?

Masa tu;

eres no problema Cliente

Hah Drama?

With dada is dangerous Bang

With anguish Flame;

with a touch Deranged

Ain’t enough Gunpowder

Laying on my cuff Call

My bluff The

Streets don’t stop it’s;

like a marry-go-round The

Beats don’t stop multiply;

various rounds Of

Hard knock bar, locked gates These

Are the brakes Family

Ties without a trace Old

G’s With???

sheets of casper toke Premeditated

Plans later dated Haters

Waited with iron plated heat Designed

Made, miraculously dated in deep memory So

Keep… countin' dollars Keep

Mine moving scholars of rap With

A lot of gats holla';

back [Chorus!

]:You'll

Win by all means Struggle

For the cream Hustle

By ways of being Don’t

Let prophecy end Don’t

Let the Po-Po knock me again Don’t

Let the 'nine' c freely*** in sin Missiles

Through your flesh tissue Military… issue Guess

You understand the risk you take Dissed

You on your forehead snake More

Dead weight Pitch

Fork love It’s;

for coke thugs b

S*****huffin' & puffin' huffin';

& puffin' about nothin' Watch

You say I hold against you in the court of law Gun

Firing wall;

to wall (

)???closed from burn holes Fires

Turned on my stone F… k**That 'Cuz!

I gotta eat pockets;

so swolled From

Reasons of livin' The

Breath I’m givin' All

The checks I’m scribblin' it’s;

real baby [Chorus!