Il testo della Streets on lock

Young Jeezy

Data di rilascio : 08/12/2006

Durata : 0:03:34

Stile : Hip Hop/Rap

Lets get it

These haters just hating they aint talking 'bout s***
Im a grown a** man i flip my own ***
I dont need yo, help i can own my own ***
Aint no mother*** help me write my rhymes

Aint no nobody pay for my studio time
See me at the top and want to claim my fame
Hunting took my chain yeah, mother*** right
You better off saying a *** took my life

Want to assassinate my character but i aint acting
It aint adding up so you can't subtracting
B.i.g. said it first more money more problems
The why i see it more problems more money, what's up

I got the streets on lock, atlanta on my back
I do it for the hood, you got a problem with that
Real homies so this rap s*** easy, when i speak
These people believe me 'cause *** im jeezy

Eyes wide shut i dont see these haters
'cause deep in your heart you want to be me player
Want to stand in my shoes, want to hit my ***
Want to live my life, want to rock my shows, no

Ya young punks with ya loose a** lips
I keep a ar with them loose a** clips
What type of real g name himself after a bag
Homie yous a hoe, a loui vuitton fag

My name aint *** so keep it out ya mouth
It is what it is look i am da south, thats right
Big mac you boys small fries
You just another *** im more like the franchise

I was born in the field raised in atlanta
Pop busted a *** here so i was made in atlanta
Mat lew died so i stayed in atlanta
Had a plug on the squares got paid in atlanta

Twenty-twos on the 2-door it sits so right
Ice tray on my wrist yeah, it shines so bright
Make moves in the day and i ball by night
9/11 porsche i was on that flight

Five nine, six one i call 'em the twin towers
Had them on the triple stack, hit 'em both in the shower
Pedal to the medal 'bout a buck 85
Mr. 17-5 slow head well i drive, what's up