[Intro: B.G.]
Waaaaah
Yeah, what’s here, man
This lil' B.Gizzle (Oh yeah)
Your number one original Hot Boy
And I'm makin' it official, like a referee with a whistle
So I went all the to the trap in the ATL
To holla at T.I., you know how I'm sayin, to see how they do it
'Cause I know how we do it in the hood in the N.O
It's street, it's real street

[Verse 1: B.G.]
I been a street n***a my whole life, I was raised in 'em
Wild out, flighted for nights and days in 'em
N***a, I played in 'em, I toted K's in 'em
In seventh grade I start tryna get paid in 'em
If you ain't real, you ain't gon' be safe in 'em
Bitch n***as get jacked, and they hoe'll get raped with 'em
I done saw jiggas get stabbed and shot dead in 'em
No reffing, I bust my share of heads in 'em (Leave 'em)
Caught n***as down bad, and bust led in 'em
The streets gettin flakey, 'cause now the feds in 'em
Puttin' pressure on busters, gettin' info from 'em
N***as tellin' it all, when it's comin', and who front 'em
Damn that's fucked up, the streets done changed
These bitch n***as straight poisoning the game
But Gizzle can't change, the streets, that's me
I live and die by the street rules, 'cause I'm a G
[Chorus: B.G.]
I'm street n***a, a street n***a
That's what I been, and that's what I'm gon' be, n***a
I'm street n***a, a straight street n***a
I was taught, if I'ma play it, play it like a G, n***a
I'm street n***a, a street n***a
That's what I been, and that's what I'm gon' be, n***a
I'm street n***a, a straight street n***a
I was taught, if I'ma play it, play it like a G, n***a

[Verse 2: T.I.]
[?] as thorough as they come, was raised in the gutters and the slum
Known as the number runner's son
And the dopeman nephew, who uncle on the run
The candy lady grand-baby, hustle for the funds
And the yay was sold daily, from the dust to crumb
Like Eazy in the eighties, n***a stayed in the sun
I swore I’d never run, so I stayed with a gun
I kept my lil' three-eighty, we can blaze til the sun
[?], play my cards how it come
I'ma stand like a man til it's all said and done
And that's even if they run, n***as
'Cause I know I run with a clique of wild misguided underprivileged young n***as
Give a fuck who you is, or where you from, n***a
You can get it, we takin over the city
I was raised in the belly of the beast, to say the least
My role model was doin' time, so I learned from the streets
[Chorus: B.G.]
I'm street n***a, a street n***a
That's what I been, and that's what I'm gon' be, n***a
I'm street n***a, a straight street n***a
I was taught, if I'ma play it, play it like a G, n***a
I'm street n***a, a street n***a
That's what I been, and that's what I'm gon' be, n***a
I'm street n***a, a straight street n***a
I was taught, if I'ma play it, play it like a G, n***a

[Verse 3: B.G.]
I keep it ghetto, keep it hood, keep it street
Anywhere in New Orleans, they could vouch for me
I done snaked a few bitches, bat a few n***as
Post up 'round the club, and jacked a few n***as
I done been doin' bad and asked a few n***as
To front me somethin', they tryed to tax a lil' n***a
That's why I sell raps, get on tracks with a n***a
'Cause fuckin' with this crack, I'll put that mac on a n***a

[Verse 4: T.I.]
The same n***as used to slang crack to the dealers
We don't just rap, we spit facts, you can feel us
Come to the A, you can ask, I'm the realest
And pussy n***as hatin', you should actually kill it
I got this chopper filled to brim, I'm a spin it
All on your jeans, and ya hoodie, and ya fitted
Your size not a factor, and I'm not a actor
And I ain't into death threats, I'm just gettin' at ya
[Chorus: B.G.]
I'm street n***a, a street n***a
That's what I been, and that's what I'm gon' be, n***a
I'm street n***a, a straight street n***a
I was taught, if I'ma play it, play it like a G, n***a
I'm street n***a, a street n***a
That's what I been, and that's what I'm gon' be, n***a
I'm street n***a, a straight street n***a
I was taught, if I'ma play it, play it like a G, n***a

[Outro: B.G., T.I.]