[Intro: BG]
My city
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[Verse 1: BG]
N***as know how I'm cut, n***as know how I'm built
Come around me with that foolishness, you will get killed
Brains spilled, I ain't playing with you bitch ass n***as
I don't answer my phone 'cause it's too many snitch ass n***as
I'm a street n***a for real, I don't just rap
You can catch me in the trap, meet [?]
I fuck with real n***as all through Tennessee
Maal The Pimp, Young Buck, 8Ball & MJG
I'm a 504 n***a 'til the meat show
I represent the NO everywhere I go
N***as know I stay thuggin, n***as know I'm a hunnid
This rap shit gets slow, I'm right back to hustlin'
Right back in the hood, right back on the block
I still got my connect, 16 a block
I'm the hottest of the hot, I'm a muthafuckin' G
I do this for the ghetto 'cause I'm the heart of the streets
[Chorus: BG]
I got a blunt full of weed and a trunk full of keys
Tell me how many you want, I can get you what you need
Cause
I-I-I-I'm in the streets, man
I-I-I-I'm in the streets, man
I got a blunt full of weed and a trunk full of keys
Tell me how many you want, I can get you what you need
Cause
I-I-I-I'm in the streets, man
I-I-I-I'm in the streets, man
[Verse 2: TC]
I'm in the streets all day 24/7
I shine but I still tote that MAC-11
Chopper on the couch, chopper on the seat
I ride with mine so the chopper be wherever I be
I'm in the streets all day, I got the cheap price
Me, Maal, and Doogie on the block shooting dice
You might lose your life, n***a shit real
Flash crew and the flame, bitch we hard to kill
Chevy ridin' high, [?] watch the curb!
Down south hustlin' so you know we moving birds
Can't take shorts, I need all mine
Play with me, watch your body on a flatline
N***a we ride first, you can ask Murk
Black Dickies with the Black Dickie T-shirt
We hustlin, all my n***as smokin purp
If you need it, holla at ya boy I got work
[Chorus: BG]
I got a blunt full of weed and a trunk full of keys
Tell me how many you want, I can get you what you need
Cause
I-I-I-I'm in the streets, man
I-I-I-I'm in the streets, man
I got a blunt full of weed and a trunk full of keys
Tell me how many you want, I can get you what you need
Cause
I-I-I-I'm in the streets, man
I-I-I-I'm in the streets, man
[Verse 3: Maal The PImp]
A straight Chattanooga n***a, that's what's up with me
I'm dub that's affiliated, n***a fuck with me
The underdog biting n***a just to get attention
Maal The Pimp, that's a know you better start to mention (Why?)
I got some stories to tell, I'm gon' be here a minute
Come to my city, it's hell and you see how I'm living
Murder, dope, robbery, look it ain't all good
And n***as with that gang banging shit in all hoods
Yeah I was raised around it, guess that's my background
I speak the real so they respect me down in Chat-town
Back in my younger days, n***a I used to flag it up
Break it down on a styrofoam plate and bag it up
I go to any side of town, I can move like that
These n***as know what hood I'm from but I'm just cool like that
Man for the record it's official homie, you know me
I'm trying to put us on the map down in the 423
So how B.G. hear about Maal? (How?) I ain't got no deal
I ain't sold 100,000 so I must be real
The more I fuck with Chopper City, watch them checks get bigger
Big [?] yeah I got ya, that's on the west side n***a
[Chorus: BG]
I got a blunt full of weed and a trunk full of keys
Tell me how many you want, I can get you what you need
Cause
I-I-I-I'm in the streets, man
I-I-I-I'm in the streets, man
I got a blunt full of weed and a trunk full of keys
Tell me how many you want, I can get you what you need
Cause
I-I-I-I'm in the streets, man
I-I-I-I'm in the streets, man
