Pete Rock - Street n***a lyrics

*censored on all versions EXCEPT the promo* (Samples from The Ohio Players "What's Goin' On") "Why do you hurt me..." "I Don't Wanna..." Verse 1: Kenny Austin Straight uptown, the money earned in Mount V I carry my tech nine, and troop with the YG'z So when beef comes, I'm ready for war I put a slug in my n***a and I settle the score Like a tic for a tac, my gat bust the most caps k**in' muthaf**az, Leave 'em dead with the alley cats You feel brave digga, Grave n***a, That's where you goin' f*ggot Bodies bein' smothered with maggots Punk n***a shouldn't act tough, not even flex rough I'll beat you till you black as a cocoa puff Muthaf**a I'm as real as they come So, buckin' muthaf**az is a game we'll play for fun Gettin' wreck wit a tech, shakin' n***as knecks wet Blood drippin' so bad, like a cotex What you figure when you livin' by the trigga That's how it is when your f**in' wit a Street n***a Hook: Pete Rock and DJ Premier Do or Die n***a, Do or Die Do or Die n***a, Do or Die Do or Die n***a, Do or Die Do or Die n***a, Do or Die (Repeat) Verse 2: Tommy Guest I'm a street n***a, You wanna know why Cause I could give a f** whether you or me die b**h a** n***as better back up wit da quickness Play me the wrong way, I'll k** you like a sickness Street n***a to the baddest, My pants is saggin' I'm down to catch a midnight Dragon Jus coolin' on the block so my Glock'll pop More n***as in the head, Even f**in' *cops* I got soldiers, .45 pistol holders Stick up kids, and some doin' state bids But f** that, back to the subject 3rd and 4th street, The whole f**in' YGz Get fast doe, f**in' wit much hoes Damn the Principle of school, and his honor role I'mma street kid, So I got street smarts Gettin' my A's and B's while troopin' on the sidewalk Hook Verse 3: Kenny Austin Seperated on one side, So we can just smoke each other f** a brother love for one another I gotta survive, Playin' the street game Splatterin f**in' brains, And sellin' some c**aine A savage rate, Indeed harsh Hustle to get far, The devil got our minds all brain washed Some fall bait, Listen to the crackers and turf snake And all it took was coffee and cupcakes He's no longer a street n***a, But a confined n***a A sittin' in a cell doin' time n***a Rich f**s don't realize, acting civilized I'd love to see the tears in Trump's eyes When his mother was mugged, sh** was bugged And he thought it would be me speakin' to the judge But he was wrong it was one of his own kind A street n***a ain't hard to find Hook