Ea$y Money - For The Streets lyrics

[Chorus:] But all my people want something for the streets Want something for the streets [x3] Its that status show off t shirt you heard [Verse 1:] My real ones salute Loosen your pants p**y boy this is hiphop This for the hiphot supporters real ones trying to keep hiphop In order get not with order won't do a bed not reporter Crime to the pigs not at order clips pop at ah ya This is not for commercialise come p**y there's a line Act gangster does not really qualify We street certified write your d**h certificate With the aids needle full of blood not sterilized Terminal do it for clutching there burning thys Say once you stop they drug with the birds and rhymes You might of heard of mine teams show off clips We load ours clips and go do our sh**s uh We so haunted state fair blow our spliff Do it for the troubled kids in the mix it's the juvenile From the streets took it to the movies now [Chorus:] But all my people want something for the streets Want something for the streets That st show off sh** you heard (Want something for the streets ) Want something for the streets [x2] This for the legit brothers who spit Though i got your sh** cut up From them words that your lips utter [Verse 2:] You still stutter your sh** is shattered of any matter I really bag your b**hes wanted to make a calender with her You battling with the most savages bitter is my rapping Which hits you and pierce through you like a javelin hits you My caliber isn't for the average contender You better have eye with the clipping You be blessed that you still living For rapping and fashion me again posing In Front all of those tricks a hammer they've been holding Come through this kid is exploding Staying in the gutter like we all s** at candlepin bowling Cameras quick rolling they ain't trying to see this k**ing them n******gs seven dollars of of each disk Repeat this like ninety four dollars in the fielders we beast this [Chorus] All my people want something for the streets Want something for the streets [x3] [Verse 3:] The drunk kid mix with a simple combination Put me in your top five cancel all the hating New jag like nino said cancel That b**h perl handle on the mannequin In case you want to flip grab a plate Put the work get your raise up My body guards having chicks kissing chicks like lady love It's crazy f** so murder your a** for eighty bucks Shoot you right if front of your mom while All i can say is it s**s Dont mis understand when he says we put the raise up Got a gun name nemo when i raise her up Pay along is what you better do tonight In other words book it like you said you would a flight Is not for the body better do life you gamble with d**h We better do life i bury ya'll when i'm spitting an about to take flight Only thing i pa** on is tradition Listen [Chorus]