Nikko - Street People lyrics

[Intro: Krayzie] Dedicate this to all the n***as on the streets n***as in the hood strugglin Doin what the f** they gotta do to make their money And all the thugs, the hustlas, the gangstas, the playas, pimps Let's roll, let's roll (Ghetto love, ghetto love I can feel that ghetto love, ghetto love) [Chorus] x2 Street people (People) All my people be them n***as with an attitude (We're ready for war) The street mentality: it's do what you gotta do (Do what you gotta do) [1st Verse] I dedicate this to the n***as in the hood (Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?) Keepin it real on the street n***as they practice what they preach, stayin true until they D-I-E n***as still strong We keep on bailin through the stress And all the rest of the sh** that's goin on Speakin of violence, I see, you got to keep a pistol Cause if n***as think you're rich, you gon be got, they out to pinch ya Bullsh** you not--k**in' because of the pump And it drives us to the point of no return Especially when you're gone off of the sherm You could give a f** about a n***a flossin While you walkin, he on sixteen switches Ain't that a b**h? But that's life This sh** ain't nothin' nice, and he'll take yours if his ain't right And I can't stop 'em or knock 'em, but yo, I wouldn't even try, though Cause Bible say, "Hey, either repent or you will die" So (so, so), choose one (just one) Either repent and get saved Or put some food on your table for now [Chorus] x2 [2nd Verse: Niko ad-libs] I see my sisters out there hustlin, man (strugglin, man) Do what it takes, but that's the brakes, rustle up what you can Gotta feed your babies (babies, yeah) Handle yourself your own business Don't wait on that n***a to get you nothin We been poor long enough, and I know you would scheme on somethin (somethin, yeah) Take the welfare, f** it! The system givin it to you, cause it's guilt on they conscience Don't let 'em fool you (don't let 'em fool you, no) Really ain't doin' a n***a any favors So come and get the paper, paper, before you die, die This verse is for my ghetto queens Tryin' to come up and get them better things Particularly cheddar cheese Make that money (make that money) Work, work, work Whatever your occupation As long as you bringin home the bacon, bacon, bacon Don't let your enemy lock your mind, too And I hope y'all really been payin attention cause it's 1999, ohh (Ooh-ooh, yeah) Though people comin around, we gon' thug So where the thugs at? Gimme some of that ghetto love (ghetto love) [Chorus]x2 [3rd Verse: Niko ad-libs] Now if y'all feelin me Let's get down and tear the roof off the mother Shoot the mmotherf**ers, I'm serious and mean business Ready to pump pump and ride, you with it? Come on, put it out there, pump, pump, pump police They treat us like animals - let's attack 'em like beasts But hold on 'fore you start fightin (hold on, hold on) Let's brighten up the action scene, pa** me the gasoline (no more, no more) I'm really not trippin on this rappin no more Cause I know it won't last too much longer When it's over, then I be a full-time soldier (I told you) If I make it out of the game with all my sanity Get paid, f** the fame, get out quickly, understand me? Cause at the rate I'm goin, pretty soon they'll try to ban me For k**in these muthaf**as tryin to tamper with my family Now they got me runnin' from these po-po's tryin to jam me But I told them muthaf**as not to try to test my manly And this is my mentality for f**in with the street life, street life (street life) [Chorus]x2 [Additional Verse: Niko] I gotta give it up to all my thugstas, we're street people Them n***as with an attitude Let's stop the k**in, we're strugglin just like you to make a livin We're not pretendin, don't y'all remember? It ain't easy tryin to stay alive, some people out there smokin crack My people workin 9 to 5, just doin' it right Real strong Hold on Cause it won't be long before the strugglin' days is long gone Hold on, be strong [Outro: Krayzie]x2 Somebody better 'em we the T-H-U-G's Real f**in soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we soldiers We're T-H-U-G's Real f**in soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we soldiers (Get on up, get on up)