Mc Eiht - Streets Don't Love U lyrics

[Verse 1] Geah, It's 187 cause I'm back on the block Quick to shoot first wit the gat that stay co*ked It's real gangsta sh** n***a, It's on lock West coast compton, The town that rock Follow the cracked up roll down the compton block Not school, But I'm the motherf**in neighborhood jock Whether ntv rock or chop ya in But the team coast sported boy rude a flame My name not household, I ain't pac But on the underground fool, Yeah I'm on top I don't play for the mainstream, f** around, Have you playin wit the red beam f** around, few shots leave ya gang green Slumped over, front seat wit a cold lean Fa sho, I be first in line to start static wit y'all Have ya mama at the pad awaiting the call West coast, West side, East side, We slide Anywhere y'all want it, Nowhere to hide Geah [Chorus] Creep wit the sleeper, Wit the locust look up on my face You six feet deeper, And you can't wake, Rain drop's fallin These street's don't love you, But they can love you They follow me though [Verse 2] Beef ain't a dvd, It's automatic I'm gone off the hood life, So call me an addict In the land where girls got plastic tits n***az wit plastic grips ready to start sh** Who the f** y'all wit? And where y'all from? Hollows quick to follow the philly stomp How come y'all tryin to play the thug act? Just the way that a copycat gon react And the impact when the chambers slide back In-Depth description of the carjack And you know that tattoo when the arm's raised The shots penetrate you and they don't graze I just blaze, Just like school days I run wit a frat of boys, We so crazed Creepin, So amazing, We a little iraq when we start engaging Any n***a I smack, My machine is raging Gun tucked when I gotta f**in rhyme on stage, Man [Chorus] [Verse 3] Been under the hood spell for so damn long My life in the streets just can't be wrong I'm hardcore, Motherf**er, Ain't no joke I'm old school like a pimp, Likely to trip No chip on ya shoulder, Likely to knock it off Every motherf**in rhyme you rock is soft Burn, Weak n***az, burn Wannabe o.g., But you can't earn Wanna see us flee, But you gon learn Just wait, Sky free, See the wheels turn Hustlas, Ridahs, Hoes, Ex-cons, Grown westside boys like lil jon I'ma bang compton til the break of dawn Late night hype, Mean bodies on the lawn Former has been dickies sure ain't strong But I'll jack for ya j**els and head straight to the pawn Geah [Chorus]